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Yours Submissively ~ Consequences

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: I was guilt tripped into posting this. For the record, I wasn't going to abandon you on the last part. But after this post, we have just four parts left. Eek!

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Previous: Devious

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Four months later…

Steve walked down to the cells, lost in thought. He looked tired, deep in his emotions. Dressed in all black as he had been for months, he brought down a small package with him, a gift for an old friend. As he walked through the empty cells, he thought back through his life. How one person changed his life. As he approached the final cell, he sighed. “Hello Sharon.”

“Steve! I didn’t think you would visit me.” Sharon Carter looked dirty, tired, her blonde hair dull and flat. She had been in the cell for four months, stood trial and found guilty of treason and attempted murder. She had planned Belle’s demise and now she would pay for it tomorrow with her life.

Beck had left details of his plans and the players, all but sealing their fate when they were captured. It was the little solace that Steve found that justice had somewhat been served. This was the final piece. This person, not even a woman, had ended his hopes of a peaceful life. “I brought you something.”

“A present for my execution. How curious.” Sharon looked at the man she loved with sorrow. He was in pain, mourning. “I could help you feel good,” she said with a sly smile.

“Only my wife could do that,” Steve snarled at her. “You are getting what you deserve.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew she was pregnant Steve.”

“You’re a liar! You wanted Belle gone!”

“I loved you!”

“And I hate you,” he growled. He threw the box through the slot in the glass.

“What is it?”

“Open it and see.” He stood in front of her, arms crossed.

Sharon opened the box carefully. She looked in saw a blue cloth. She pulled it out. It was a blue onesie. A tear formed in her eye when she spotted the pink color in the box. Another onesie. “Steve, I am…”

“Save it!” Steve thought back to the day his life was turned upside down…

He jumped onto the jet with Belle and he and Bucky immediately started pressure on her as Tony flew, Wanda started IVs. Peter, Nat, Sam and Clint stayed behind to gather intel and clear the scene. As soon as the gauze was in place, Steve held Belle’s hand and the other on her belly. “Please baby, please, don’t leave me,” he wept.

“Two minutes Cap,” Tony called out. “Where is she shot?”

“The abdomen,” Bucky called back. “Its slowing but I don’t know about…” he trailed off.

“I love you,” Steve whispered to Belle, kissing her knuckles. “I need you. I need our family, baby please, just stay alive.”

Tony landed the jet at the hospital and Steve picked up Belle and ran her in. “Please help, my wife, she’s pregnant and she’s been shot. Please.” The doctors and nurses ran forward with a gurney and started to run her back. Steve made to follow but a nurse stopped him.

“We need to work on your wife. Please wait here.”

“Please, just do whatever you need to save them.”

“We’ll do everything we can.” She turned to run after the gurney and Steve felt Bucky and Tony’s hands on his shoulders. His shoulders shagged and he began to sob. The guys moved him to the chairs to wait. Steve became quiet, staring at a spot on the floor. Time felt like it was moving so slow. The rest of the team showed up, sitting around. Tony began to pace as Pepper brought in coffee and snacks.

“Captain Rogers?”

Steve’s head snapped up to look at a tired looking doctor. He stood up with Bucky right next to him. “Belle?”

“Mrs. Rogers lost a significant amount of blood. The bullet entered her side and nicked her liver. We stopped the bleeding but luckily the liver is regenerative, and she will make a full recovery.” Bucky sagged and clapped his back. The rest of the team exhaled but Steve needed one more piece of information.

“And the baby?”

“Your babies are perfect. The amniotic sac was not affected at all since she is only eight or so weeks pregnant.”

Steve looked at the doctor, his face shocked. “Babies?”

“Oh.” The doctor looked embarrassed. “I assumed you were aware. Yes, twins. Your wife is carrying twins. As I said, she’s between eight to nine weeks. They have strong heartbeats and are perfect for their age.” The doctor smiles. “She is still unconscious after the emergency surgery but if you would like to see her, I can take you up?”

“Yes, yes please.” Steve headed to follow the doctor but turned. “Buck?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.”

Steve looked at the team. “Thank you, guys.”

“We’ll be here Steve,” Sam said. The team nodded and Steve and Bucky followed the doctor.

“Captain, because of the blood loss it may take some time for Mrs. Rogers to come around. We checked for any injuries to her head to be sure, but we didn’t see any. Her body may just need time to recover from the shock. We have her hooked up to monitors and two fetal monitors, one for each baby so don’t be alarms by the amount of equipment.”

“But she’ll be ok?”

“Yes, like I stated, we expect her to make a full recovery. My recommendation is to relax, hold her hand and talk to her. We’ll keep checking on her until she is awake and discharged.”

“Thank you doctor.”

“Ok, right in here.” He pointed to a door and Steve walked in. Belle looked smaller than normal in the bed. She skin was pale, a startling contrast to her black hair. She looked peaceful except for the noises of the monitors. But what truly shocked him with the twin heartbeats coming from the fetal monitors.

Steve froze. The sounds stunned him. His babies, his children, were real and alive inside of their momma. Bucky nudged him forward and Steve took shaky steps towards the bed. He pulled a chair close and took Belle’s hand. “I’m here, sweet pea.” He kissed it gently. “We’re all here waiting for you to wake up. I love you. I love you all so much and you are going to be so surprise.”

Bucky came to the other side. “Hey sweetheart. You rest ok. You’re growing my nieces or nephews.”

“God Buck. Two of them.”

“I know punk. I can’t believe it.”

Steve kept vigil at Belle’s bedside for the next twenty-four hours. Her heartbeat got stronger with time. The team rotated in with Steve with Nat and Bucky finally convincing him to change out of his suit and shower in the ensuite. As the warm water ran over his body, Steve took the moment lose himself in his feelings. He almost lost her. He almost ruined the best thing in his life. He almost lost his children. He grew angry, thinking of the people who tried to take her away. He climbed out of the shower and dressed. He walked out to see Sam and Bucky sitting by Belle’s head. “Any updates?”

“Vision has Sharon in a cell in the tower. I took all we found there for FRIDAY to analyze,” Sam replied.

“They also have Lila there as well,” Bucky said with a hard voice. “Tony and Nat will begin their interrogation of her within the hour.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry about Lila.”

“Don’t be. She used me and my love for her to take my best friend. I can’t forgive that.”

Steve pulled Bucky in for a hug and held his best friend as he finally let some emotion shows. They talked quietly, with Steve never letting go of Belle’s hand. A couple of hours later, Steve was leaning against the bed when he felt a movement in his hand. He blinked his eyes open and looked at Belle. Her violet eyes open, still struggling but open. “Hi.”

He cuts Sharon off. “Jealous should be the word that comes out of your mouth.” Steve smirked at her. “Belle is having twins. My boy and my girl.” He leaned forward to the glass. “What? You think she died in that attack?”

Sharon blinked. They never mentioned Belle’s status during the trial. She just assumed she was dead. Sharon began screaming in rage, slamming her fist to the unbreakable glass. “You son of a bitch!”

“I won’t be in the gallery tomorrow, Sharon. Enjoy death.” Steve walked out of the cells, the sounds of Sharon’s screams fading with every step.

“Was that necessary amore mio?”

Steve spun to see Belle standing next to the doorway to the cells. “After what she tried to do to you and my children, absolutely.” Steve placed his hand over Belle’s six-month bump. “How are they today?”

“Just flutters. Should feel them any day.” Belle smiled up at her husband.

“I can’t wait. Wanna feel my princess and my boy.

Belle smiled. “I wanna feel them too.”

“Hi sweet pea.” He leaned forward to press his forehead to hers and then placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m so happy you’re awake my love.” He kissed her forehead and pulled back to look at her.

“What happened?”

“When you elbowed Beck, the gun went off and you were shot. It was a through and through, but it nicked your liver. You’re gonna be fine.”

Belle nodded in understanding but suddenly gasped and sat up. “The baby?”

“Shh. Easy love. Everything is ok. They are ok. The babies are perfectly healthy and safe.”

“Babies? What do you mean babies?” Belle reached for her stomach. Steve laid his hand on top of hers.

“Lay back Belle. Its ok”. He laid her down and sat on the edge of the bed. “You are pregnant with twins, my love. They checked when they took you to surgery.”

“Twins? Oh my god, twins!”

Steve lifted her hand and kissed her palmed and then placed her small hand on his face. The beard tickled her hand, and she smiled but Steve frowned. “I’m so sorry Belle.”

“Baby…”

“No let me finish. I am so sorry for keeping the truth from you. I’m sorry for lying. I am so sorry that I put you here. Please don’t leave me.” Belle felt a few tears escape her eyes. Steve cupped her face and used his thumb to clear the tears. “Please don’t cry love. Please, I am so…”

“I’m sorry too,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry I ran. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. Please don’t hate me.”

Steve climbed into bed with her as she clung to his shirt and cried. “I could never hate you. You saved me from a life of solitude and darkness. You brought color back into my life. And all at once…

You were the one I was waiting for,” she finished. “I love you.”

“I love you. My baby momma.”

Belle spent the day of the execution in the nursery with Nat, Wanda, MJ and Hope, planning out the room. Mrs. Lewis was taking notes with Belle’s new assistant, Ava. “I think we need to put the cribs here,” Belle pointed, “and the changing table and dresser here. I would like to have twin rocking chairs because I know Steve will want to be in here with me when he can.”

“Of course, Mrs. Rogers,” Ava said as she consulted measurements with Mrs. Lewis.

“Oh Ava, before I forget, we have a dinner with the alumni association on Friday and I will need to attend with Steve. Bucky and Clint will also be attended but Clint is bringing Laura, so I need you to attend with Bucky.”

“S-sure,” Ava stuttered, a flash of pink on her cheeks as she looked down at her tablet. Belle noticed the flush but did not give it any attention but filing it for future use.

“We need to make sure you have a formal dress, Ava. So, we have a fitting at Vera Wang tomorrow.” She looked over the girl. She was a strawberry blonde with green eyes. Petite but curvy. “Red, I think,” she said.

“Oh, Mrs. Rogers…”

“Nope, its Belle.” She turned to Mrs. Lewis. “Please make sure that Marco and Marie know it’s for three ladies. Laura will be joining us unless of course Nat and Wanda are joining us as well.”

“We can make an afternoon of it,” Nat said, understanding what she was trying to do with Ava and Bucky.

“Perfect.” Belle clapped with glee until a look of shock crossed her face. Her hand flew to her belly.

“Belle?” Wanda looked at her. Her eyes flashed red for a moment. “Nat, we need Steve.” Nat picked up her phone and called while the rest of the women crowded her. “Ok, let’s give her a moment alone,” Wanda said with a smile. Steve and Bucky came running in.

“Sweet pea? What’s wrong?”

Wanda approached Ava. “Bucky, can you take Ava outside please?” Bucky flushed slightly at the young woman and offered his arm. He looked back at his best friends as they waited for the room to clear.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Steve looked at his wife.

“Nothing,” she smiled. She took his hand and placed it on the side of her belly.

“Love, what…”

“Just a second.” They waited and then Steve’s eyes widen as Belle felt a kick to her side. He looked down at her belly and then back to her eyes. “I think your son is saying hello.”

“Oh…” he kneeled before his wife. “Hello son. Hey princess. I’m your dad.” A tear formed in his eye. “I love you and your momma so much little ones.” He stayed there a while, caressing her belly and talking to his children. They were interrupted when Bucky walked in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but it’s done.” He looked down.

Steve stood up and held Belle from behind, his hands on her belly. “Did she say anything?”

“Only professing her love for you and then Hail HYDRA.”

Steve nodded. “Ok, well that’s that. Come love, you should rest.”

“Ok.” No emotion crossed Belle’s face. “Oh Bucky, since you will be attending the gala with us, I’ve asked Ava to be your escort for the evening.” She watched as Bucky’s ears turned red as he patted the back of his head.

“Oh, yes, well, ok, if you want, I guess I’m ok with that…” he stammered.

Belle giggled. Steve looked at her curiously before leading her to their room. He laid her down on her sided and then climbed behind her, holding her to his chest. “What do you know, sweet pea?”

“I know that Bucky and Ava are crushing on each other,” she smirked. “And I know that I love you.”

“I love you more my queen.” He kissed her head and smiled. “What about Clint?”

“He’s bringing Laura.” She looked back at Steve, who had a shocked face. “I think seeing what we went through, he didn’t want to be away from the love of his life anymore. I know they divorced because he was an Avenger and thought he was protecting her. I’m just glad he figured out that he couldn’t live without her.”

“My little matchmaker,” Steve chuckled. “You need to rest love.”

“I’m trying; I’m just so tense. Carrying your children is tough.”

“Hmm, well maybe something to help you with that.” Steve got a wicked look on his face as he reaches under her sundress and pulled her panties down. He stroked between her folds. “Already so wet, love,” he whispered in her ear, pressing kisses to her neck.

“Stevie,” she moaned. He was aware of how sensitive she was so he went gentle and slow. He sank a finger into her and arched her back, her belly sticking out more.

“Easy baby,” Steve held her close, letting her feel how turned on he was. He grasped her chin with his free hand to kiss her softly as he added another finger. She moaned into his lips.

“Stevie, I need more.”

Steve smiled as he eased her onto her back. He snaked down as pushed her knees up. He kissed between her thighs and gently licked her folds. She jolted up and Steve chuckled. “Feel good baby?”

“Amore please,” she pleaded. Steve went in, tasting, sucking, drawing out unnatural noises from his wife. Being pregnant made every touch be like a lightning through her. He could feel her starting to reach her peak.

“Cum for me, my queen. Let me taste you.” With a silent scream, her body spasmed, making her see stars. Steve coaxed her down before rolling her to her side again and he removed his jeans and boxers. He got behind her again and lifted a leg, hooking it around his hip, opening her to him from behind. Steve carefully slid into her heat. She moaned loudly as Steve peppered her neck and cheek with kisses. “You feel amazing as ever love.”

“Stevie,” she cried quietly. He was gentle, not wanting to hurt or disturb his children.

“You are a goddess, my love. So warm and tight. Carrying my children. You are even more beautiful now than before,” he whispered as he thrusted softly into her. She keened at the praise, placing her hands over his on her hips. She began to tighten again. “That’s my good girl, let go.” He wrapped his arms around her as she came again and he rutted two more times before spilling into her. He could feel her body relax and she fell asleep with him still inside her. He didn’t dare move, knowing sleep was hard to find for her now. But he was ok, in his happy place, inside his wife, holding his unborn children.

See... I can end a chapter on a nice note...

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kachimera · 8 months

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celia, arikado, leon, sara for the bingo 👁️👁️

Celia

Oh what a mess of a woman. I know it's more of a writing flaw but i adore how she switches between being a threatening villain to the most incompetent moron ever (seriously girl you fake murder Dracula's reimcarnation's crush and you expect him to not instantly murder you? Fr?). Plus depending on the source she either is legit indoctrinated in her cult's beliefs which gives her a sad facet or she has the more selfish purpose of preserving her own dark magic (and what do i say? I can make both work. I think). Plus the way it can be implied that she might have contact n even collaboration w Arikado makes it better (sorry for the ppl reading this but yes it works i swear im not insane). Go silly gal go! Play Machiavellian schemes with the literal son of the dark lord and underestimate your enemy!

Arikado

Oh boi and talking abt Arikado; the common idea of a grown up n stable Alucard finding stability after "ending" the cycle is fine and all, but the implication from his AoS n DoS behaviour that he is in a terrible mental state and unable to let go of the cycle? Beautiful. Amazing. Need me more of that. He's this beautiful mini reflection of the revenge cycle, and after living through it, with the goal of murdering his own father, for so long, and having it as his sole purpose, it has devoured him n broken him. And he now wants to take control of it with his own hands, is showing both the worst behaviour of both his father AND the Belmonts (haha SotN parallels w Richter) and might end up making matters worse :) (I blame you for indoctrinating me into the neg character arc Alu, thank u) Anyways someone force this poor moron to take vacations before he loses it

Leon

THE HIM. MY BABY BOI. I love his honor n morals and how he chooses them in the face of great suffering. His bravery and impulsiveness. How he's sassy can fall into black n white thinking. How loyal he is to those close to him and how much he cares. The balance between his own feeling n his morals. The parallels w Mathias n Sara n Rinaldo. And just hmmmgjsgkwkgd my poor boi

I can't decide if i want him to recover from the LoI events or if I want him to be consumed by his traumas and thirst for revenge but in any case he goes into the blender *puts him into a sock w stones and smacks him against the walls multiple times*

Also, salt warning here but i feel like fandom either exaggerates his neg traits and acts like Mathias descent into madness ("hello church can i abandon our very important military campaign to be at home w my best friend. He needs cuddles n emotional support that will surely fix him. No it's not gay dont worry. Thanks :)"), Sara getting sealed into the VK (which she insisted on and convinced him despite his initial refusal) n the Belmont clan's burden (he did got them into monster hunting w the whip but there's no way he knew how bad things were gonna get) were all 100% his very well informed fault; Or makes him into an idiot sunshine boi who doesn't knows what death is (he's an undefeated warrior with a who knows how large body count) can't think or lead (he maintained the company undefeated during Mathias' illness) and a perfect innocent n easy to manipulate uke for his sexy older seme (I'm not saying they canonically fucked you can perfectly interpret their relationship as 100% platonic or having something but deciding to respect their girls or etc etc. But if they did the nasty then he had to rail Mathias at least a couple of times). I admit im veeery biased and picky regarding this balance but still. He has facets i say

Sara

Yes my anger girl. Let her commit crimes. I wanna write a post abt her but to resume i love her as a symbol of destroyed innocence (ha). A sweet gal who did helped everyone and was good n nice and disliked violence only to have her life ruined in so many ways that her inner frustration blooms into a divine wrath n bloodthirst. Like i said before I adore her relationship w Leon and how they made eachother better n then worse :). Plus, the manual describes her as strong hearted! She obviously loved Leon n was happy to see him! sacrificed her life in order to not turn into a vampire and instead stop Walter from harming more innocents! She has agency and her choice was crucial not only for Mathias convoluted plan but for the whole cycle. (Ppl stop forcing the "boring 100% sweet harmless never angry gal who always got dragged around by men as an object" archetype on her challenge. Yes i used to be like that but i got gud. If i can recover so others can)

And then she had to see how Mathias betrayed her n Leon and then tried to take him, and dealt w the mess that post-canon Leon was, both together but separated, furious and crushed on the other's behalf, until his death :). AND then she had to wait hundreds of years to avenge him only to have to kill the same bastard over and over and over again. Mix in vampire corruption and you have a caring but toxic Belmont Matriarch/Whip stuck in the cycle. So yea let her have negative emotions and commit crimes (Sorry John).

#me answers #castlevania #sorry for the ppl having to deal w my inner salt 👉👈

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Ikemen Genjiden Act 1 Prologue: Chapter 09

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Yasuchika: I'm Abe no Yasuchika, an Onmyoji.

Yasuchika: I've already heard about what happened while on my way here. Nice to meet you! ... Fox Princess.

Yuno: H-hello... it's nice to meet you too.

(He said that he's an Onmyoji...That means he's a high-ranking official who prays and holds ancestral rituals in the Imperial Court.)

Tamamo: No need to be so respectful towards him. This guy right here is the one who sealed me in that 'Sesshoseki'.

Yuno: Really!? It's so cool that an Onmyoji can do something like that...

Morinaga: Yasuchika is kind of a genius.

Kagetoki: He's also a well-known eccentric.

Yasuchika: Mori and Kage, you guys are terrible.

(Yasuchika does have a unique vibe... maybe that's because he's a genius.)

Yuno: Ah! You guys planned to make use of Tamamo because of Yasuchika, right?

Yoritomo: Well, yeah that was the initial plan. But Yoshitsune's attack ruined it.

Yasuchika: Nevertheless, I'm relieved that all of you are unhurt. It was indeed my suggestion to make use of Tamamo, but I wasn't actually very confident in it. Moreover, it was impossible for me to control Tamamo so I had to seal him inside the 'Sesshoseki'!

(Eh...?)

Shigehira: Yasuchika... if that's the case, then why the hell did you even suggest it in the first place?

Yasuchika: Calm down, calm down. I couldn't come up with any alternatives at that point of time, so I just went with it.

I knew from the look on Shigehira's face that this conversation was NOT going to end well, so I tried to change the topic.

Yuno: Ah that reminds me, just now you mentioned that it's not going to be possible for me to break the deal with Tamamo. What did you mean by that?

Yasuchika: It takes a certain amount of powers to make a deal, correct? Well, it takes even MORE powers than that to break the deal.

Tamamo: That rotten Onmyoji is right. I'm really sorry... I don't have that much power left in me right now.

Yuno: W-wait a minute, are you saying that I won't be able to break the deal for while? I don't think I'm so fond of my current situation... you know, erm, being possessed by a demon.

Tamamo: If you want to break the deal, then go help me gain enough powers to do that.

Yuno: How am I supposed to do that, exactly? Although, I'm getting a bad feeling about this.

Tamamo: You just have to absorb powers from demons like what you did earlier on. My suggestion is that we go look for the more powerful ones because that'd be faster.

(That's what I have to do!?)

Yuno: No way in hell can I do that! NO WAY!

Tamamo: Now that's going to be a problem. Then I guess we're stuck together like this for eternity.

Yuno: That's...

Yoritomo: I just had this brilliant idea.

(Yoritomo?)

When I turned to look at him, he had the worst smile on his face.

Yoritomo: You guys will be hired by the Kamakura Shogunate.

Yuno: The Shogunate!?

Yoritomo: Yes. Yoshitsune will eventually attack us with his army like he said he would.

Yoritomo: Yuno. Since you have a deal with Tamamo, you will be used as our weapon to absorb all of Yoshitsune's demonic powers.

Tamamo: That means we can absorb the power we need, from Yoshitsune. Yeah that's not a bad idea.

(They said I'll be fighting Yoshitsune, doesn't that basically mean that I have to participate in a war...?)

Kagetoki: It's a reasonable idea. I think it's good to make use of whatever you can.

Shigehira: Are you kidding me!? You want to allow this very ordinary woman to participate in a war!?

(You said it like that... but honestly, I'm not confident in myself either.)

Morinaga: Honestly, you have a point. Yuno, what do you think about this?

Yuno: ... What's going to happen if I don't want to cooperate with the Shogunate?

Yoritomo: Your presence by itself is already enough to threaten Yoshitsune. No matter what, you'll be targeted.

Tamamo: Hm... I lost a large amount of my powers. I doubt we'd be victorious if we were to meet them in battle.

Yoritomo: If you work with the Shogunate, we will help you weaken Yoshitsune and Kurama.

(I don't want to be a target of Yoshitsune... and as much as possible, I don't wish for Tamamo to get hurt.)

I genuinely wanted to help Tamamo when I saw him as a little fox, and that hasn't changed.

(I don't really have a choice.)

(My dreams of working independently as a physician are irrelevant now...)

Yuno: ... I understand.

Shigehira: Huh!? Are you serious...!

Yasuchika: Oooh you really are a brave person.

Yasuchika clapped sarcastically and turned to Yoritomo.

Yasuchika: Oh well, I have to return to Kyoto and give a report on tonight's happenings.

Yoritomo: Do whatever you want. I'll let you know again if I need you.

Yasuchika: Any time. See you, Yuno~

Yuno: Oh see you...

I saw Yasuchika off as he left the way he came.

Yoritomo: Well, I think we should also make our way back to the Imperial Palace. HOWEVER... Tamamo your appearance is too attention-seeking.

(That's true... he'll definitely be at the center of attention the moment we step into town.)

Tamamo: Ah... that's no biggie. Just give me a second.

Tamamo clapped his hands together and I saw something glowing and spiraling.

Tamamo: What do you think about this?

Yuno: Your ears and tail disappeared!

Kagetoki: Oh wow, so amazing. Bet you've done all sorts of evil things while disguised as a human being like this.

Morinaga: Now I doubt anyone will pay much attention to you. —— Let's go now.

We started walking with Yoritomo as our leader.

At the same time ——

Yasuchika was walking back to Kyoto by himself after splitting from Yuno and the others.

Yasuchika: Honestly, I thought Lord Yoritomo would die there, but that was an unexpected plot twist.

Yasuchika: Oh Fox Princess, I'll see how you're going to change destiny...

???: There will be no changes in destiny. Am I right, Akihito?

Akihito: What can I say? I haven't even met her yet.

Yasuchika: Akihito. Ibuki.

A small child with a voice that didn't match his face and a beautiful noble-looking man emerged from the darkness.

Ibuki: I think it'd be worth it if we can get close to that woman. I'd like to play with her a little too.

Yasuchika: I don't want to know what weird hobbies you have.

Ibuki: Don't say such things with that adorable face of yours, Yasuchika.

Akihito: Neither the Shogunate nor the Rebels were defeated...

Akihito: we still have to dance with disaster.

Akihito: and I hope our Fox Princess is a good dancer.

Ibuki: Let's get on with it then.

Ibuki grinned and removed the bracelet around his delicate wrist.

His figure started to shake...

Ibuki: Am I right? —— The former emperor, Sutokuin • Akihito.

Ibuki: The lovely cursed emperor and the only person to have a deal with this Shuten Doji.

Yasuchika: ... If we were in a fairytale, we'd be siding with the demons.

Akihito: And that's why I'm going to keep laughing as the villain.

Akihito: Come with me, two of you. We shall spread our curse.

(We're in the center of Kamakura and at the Okura Gosho!)

Yuno: What a nice building...!

Shigehira: Of course it's nice. The Shogun lives here and it's also used for the governance of Kamakura.

#ikemen genjiden #ikegen prologue #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome

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gone-with-the-twist · 2 years

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Witch in exile.

Warnings: my character, pre-game events, references to court and violence (?), maybe OOC.

- Hello, Miss Lilith.

A familiar voice sounded out to the witch, making her forget about the Queen of the Valley of Thorns in front of her and tense up. You may not remember me, it's been a long time, but...

Lilith's head began to flash moments associated with the talking faerie, when they tried to catch her. The most vivid memory was his impassive face during the trial.

Glancing at her old acquaintance without interest, Lilith replied:

- I remember you very well, Mr. Vanrouge. - turning away from him, she again turned to the queen of all fairies - So, what brought you to me? You haven't thought of me for a hundred and fifty years.

-Three hundred and fifty, Lilith,- the woman corrected her, causing a momentary bewilderment on the part of the exile, who did not notice how quickly time had flown by.

- W-well, for three hundred and fifty years no one remembered me, I lived in monotony. I look worse than ever. I want orange juice and chocolate! So, I'll ask again: Why are you here? - Lilith asked firmly, throwing her head up, forgetting about the childish tone that she allowed to escape.

Despite her rather big height, Lilith still looked up at the head witch of the Valley of Thorns. The queen of all creatures of the night was not young, but she was still beautiful, elegant and incredibly wise. She, even when communicating with Lilith, an outlawed faerie, retained her dignity, calmness and courtesy.

“Lilith Ravenna, by my order, you have been formally pardoned and returned to the Valley of Thorns.

- Pardoned? - the former exile was taken aback, because she clearly remembered the verdict:

"Exiled forever."

And now, Lilith could not understand what made Her Majesty change her mind: - Ah ...For what reason, may I ask?

- I have a grandson coming soon. I need guardians with great potential in magic.

- Will my magic be returned? - the calm tone was ready to break, as well as Lilith herself, ready to jump for happiness.

Magic, something she held dear, was sealed away when she was exiled. One of her biggest losses.

- Partially. You won't get everything back lest you lose control again, Lilith.

At least something. Anything is better than nothing. She will be glad at least a grain of experienced abilities. Ohh, she could already feel the blood begin to boil in her blackened veins from the dark magic.

“Hmmm, apparently this child will be too strong, since they remembered me.” Lilith crossed her arms in feigned thought, but exhaled quickly, “I agree. Confirm our decision, Your Majesty?

- No, Lilith, this is not an agreement. This is my decree. From now on, you are the guardians of my grandson.

With a wave of her black robe, the queen vanished as quickly as she had appeared.

“Guardians?” flashed through Lilith's mind before she saw Lilia, who smiled politely at her.

- Looking forward to our work, Lilith.

Only now it dawned on the pardoned woman that there will be two guardians. And the second, the one who took her to bed on that endless, monotonous day called imprisonment. She was so happy to be free, but now she realized how difficult it would be for her to cooperate with Lilia Vanrouge.

#twisted wonderland #my fic #lilia vanrouge #my oc writing #twst oc #twst

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the-time-lord-oracle · 6 months

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Gazelle having a conference with several RTD-era companions in Cold Blood:

Inside the TARDIS, Gazelle was standing at the console, contacting several former companions on the subwave network. First to come on screen was Martha Milligan-Jones. "Gazelle? Good to see ya again!" she grinned.

"Likewise." Gazelle smiled. "How ya doing Martha? Everything alright with Tom?"

"Well, just got good news. I'm pregnant."

"Oh, Martha, that's brilliant news!" Gazelle grinned. "Congratulations."

Just then, Mickey Smith came on screen. "Gazelle. How's things? I'm guessin' this ain't a social call."

"I wish it was, Mickey." Gazelle replied. "Just waiting for the others to get in touch. How's life treating ya?"

"Ah, not too bad." Mickey replied. "Been a bit quiet lately. Alien seem to be givin' us a break for once."

Next to appear on screen was Sarah Jane Smith. "Hello? Gazelle? Is that you?"

"Yep, it's me alright." the Time Lady acknowledged. "Good to see ya again, Sarah Jane. Keeping up the good work, I presume? How's Luke?"

"He's fine." Sarah Jane replied. "He's off to college soon."

"Ah, kids, they grow up so fast." Gazelle smiled, remembering her own son.

Then the final contact came though; Captain Jack Harkness. "Ah, the face of a royal beauty." he said in his usual way. "Long time no see, Gaz."

"You too, flirt boy." Gazelle replied. "And you know that talk doesn't work on me, I'm a married woman."

"So, now we're all here, wos' the emergency?" Mickey asked.

"Right, down to business." Gazelle said. "Now this is gonna sound like a stupid question, but have any of you noticed strange cracks in walls lately? And by strange, I mean cracks that're shaped like jagged W's and have a glowing light coming out of them?"

The group all seemed to know what she was talking about. "Yes, I've seen one in the wall at the end of my road." Sarah Jane said.

"There's one in one of the walls of a house a few doors down from me." Martha added.

"And I've been seeing 'em all over the place." Mickey chimed in.

"Me too." Jack finished. "And since you're asking about 'em, I'm guessing they're trouble?"

"Serious trouble." Gazelle replied grimly. "You've all confirmed our worst suspicions. Those cracks are splits in the skin of the universe. You all need to be extra careful with those cracks. The smaller ones don't do much harm, they act like rifts or wormholes, but the bigger ones are very serious. They bleed out time energy that erases anyone or anything it consumes. That's why all your friends and neighbours can't remember the Dalek invasion, the time energy consumed it."

"So why can WE still remember that?" Martha asked. "Is it cos we've travelled in the TARDIS?"

"Yes, time travelling gives ya a degree of protection from the energy's memory-altering effects, but only up to a point. If anyone you know gets consumed, you'll never remember them." Gazelle said, subconsciously touching the pocket where she'd put Amy's ring box.

"But how're these cracks appearing in the first place?" Sarah Jane asked.

"An' is there any way to plug 'em?" Mickey added.

"We think that the cracks were caused by an enormous explosion that splintered all of time and space." Gazelle told them. "We still don't know what caused that explosion yet, but the Doctor's managed to recover something from one of the cracks. Maybe it'll tell us more. As for plugging 'em... if it's a small crack, then opening the crack all the way with a sonic device will cause the forces to invert and the crack to snap shut. As for the larger ones, they're trickier, as it takes stuffing them with complicated events to seal them. Sarah Jane, could ya get Mr Smith to see if he can get some more data on the cracks and try and find a way to seal them all?"

"Yes, I'll do that right away." Sarah Jane nodded.

"Meanwhile, I'd advise you all to be cautious." Gazelle told them all. "If ya see one of these cracks, stay away from it. We don't wanna lose anyone else to them."

#doctor who oc #gazelle #themii series #Cold Blood #Wonder if the Doctor ever warned his former companions about the cracks

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loousir · 3 years

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[Naga] Snake Bites

Naga Male x Bold (& kinda dense) Artist Male Reader

Syerca

Setting: Mostly a Naga's cave deep into a forest.

Warnings: Soft lime at the end (marking/mate), bad (was the first oneshot in the original book), slight mention of naga attacking reader

Masterlist

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The fall breeze blew gently, tossing some fallen leaves around some worn shoes. The man who wore said shoes brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen into his face. He stared out into the woods, eyes following a gorgeous path until it disappeared.

"Hope you don't plan on goin' out there, " An older resident said. They were at the edge of a small cabin town. Some houses we're newer than others but that didn't seem to bother anyone. The houses were decently spaced and it was pretty active for being where most elders come to retire.

The man shrugged at the other's comment and adjusted the large hiking bag on his shoulders. "You shouldn't. Most don't make it back." The other male rolled his eyes and looked back to the elder. "I'm well aware of what lurks out there." He turned away from the other and set out on the path.

The path almost instantly secluded anyone who walked it from the chaotic world around it. He examined the terrain and all it had to offer, collecting some things along the way. His side bag was full of odd rocks and a book that had some pressed foliage, now had ones he hadn't collected before.

The walk was peaceful. Birds chirping as the wind rustled the leaves. The path was mostly covered but the leaves caused rays of light to shine through, giving him inspiration. He eventually found a spot to rest and decided to paint the path he was walking. Once his bag was set down, he pulled out a roll of canvas and laid it as flat as he could.

There were some paints and brushes in a holder in the middle of the roll and he smiled softly as he picked them up. He opened the bag and pulled out what he thought he needed as well as a small jar that held water to clean the brushes.

Close to 30 minutes had passed when he got a slight chill down his spine. He paused his painting and looked around. His eyes only saw the woods so he somewhat hesitantly went back to painting. After another 40-ish minutes passed, he finished his first of few paintings.

Luckily, the breeze dried his paints quicker than he had anticipated. He very carefully added a few layers of a sealant he had and let it dry. The same chill from earlier came around again but it was a bit more intense. He looked around as he finished cleaning and putting things away, noticing something in the distance.

Whatever he was looking at disappeared and he sighed as the now dry canvas was gently rolled and placed back onto the bag. He stood up, stretched, and continued his mostly peaceful walk, forgetting what he had seen earlier.

Some hours had passed, his periodic breaks allowing him to gain inspiration for future paintings. It was just after noon when he decided to make his own path. He pulled out a book and wrote directions so he could find his way back. In the process of creating his own path, he stumbled upon one of the most stunning places he'd ever seen.

It was a small, oasis-like area that had a magical feel to it. He stopped what he was doing and found the perfect spot to paint the scene in front of him.

While he painted, some birds had visited him and even a small snake had managed to befriend him and his paints. The snake had coiled gently around his wrist while he worked which made him smile.

The man had sat and painted the space for another 2 hours, finishing at around 2 o'clock. His (e/c) eyes looked up to the sky and he sighed, sealing his now finished work before packing everything away.

The snake was still on his wrist, not even bothering to leave so he just dealt with it. He continued on his own path for another hour. It was still fairly bright when he found himself at the entrance of a cave.

The small snake uncoiled itself and slid into a pocket on his cloak. The cave went deeper but he was cool with not going into it since he was going to leave soon anyway.

He stayed at the entrance and found a nice area to sit and relax, maybe get another painting done of what the cave looked like. It was gorgeous after all, nature framed the entrance perfectly, leaving some vines to hang down, moss covers rocks and small fungi scattered every so often.

He decided on just relaxing as he set his stuff down and leaned against a wall.

Soon enough, he had dozed off into his dreamland.

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I ssswear I'll kill that woman...

Ssshe won't leave me alone...

The large, gorgeous albino Naga slithered through the leaves, carefully making his way to his home. He had noticed some newer prints, clearly from something with two legs, but he didn't pay too much mind to them.

He reached the cave and sighed as he entered. Bright blue eyes scanned the area and his heart sank to his stomach when he saw a (tall/short/avg) man with (h/l) (h/c) hair leaning against the wall.

Pleassse dear godsss tell me he iss alive...

He quickly made his way to the motionless body, not noticing said body's items not too far away.

If ssshe killed another human to try to pleasse me... I ssswear...

As he was lost in thought, the other stirred thanks to his intense staring and slightly heavy breathing. The human yawned and stretched his back slightly as he looked up to the Naga with a slightly annoyed expression.

"Is there something you need?"

The Naga jumped slightly and stared down at him with shock but also joy, happy he wasn't dead.

"I apologize... I wasss afraid you had passsed..."

The Naga paused for a moment while the other rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Wait... You aren't... Afraid of me?"

The (h/c) shook his head and looked up to him again. "If you don't mind, I would like to take my leave." He said placing his hands on the ground in preparation to stand. The Naga stood speechless, staring at the smaller human sitting in front of him.

"Can you move please?"

With a nod and small apology, the Naga moved away from the male who carefully stood and stretched his limbs.

The white and yellow snake watched as the other took out a small pocket watch, that the small snake from earlier was now holding on to, and checked the time. "When the hell did I get so late..." The man mumbled to himself. The time read 8:11 and judging by the lack of light it was night time. He slipped the watch and snake back onto his pocket.

"Well, I better get going." He said grabbing his bag and putting over his shoulder. The Naga still stood, watching as the male walked to the mouth of the cave.

"W-wait!"

He looked back to see that the other had slithered closer and held a worried look on his face. "P-please don't leave! Y-you can't!"

"Oh yeah, and whys that?"

"I would rather not find sssuch a beautiful man ssslaughtered on my cave-step in the morning..."

Said beautiful man turned to look at him, slightly shocked at the statement.

"Pleassse just ssstay with me till the morning and I'll essscort you back to the village..." He looked frantic and genuinely seemed like he cared.

With a sigh, the other looked to the pleading blue eyes and said, "I don't bunk with strangers. I'll be fine." He turned and walked out of the cave, leaving the Naga shocked and frozen.

"Wait! I'm ssserious! Pleassse!" He followed after the human and froze once again when he saw him pinned by the she-devil herself. His bag had been tossed to the side, most of the contents falling out. She had him wrapped in her tail and smiled as he struggled to get free.

His shy demeanor had dissipated rather quickly. The small snake had gotten out of the other's pocket and hid in the nearly empty bag.

He suddenly lunged towards the woman he hated so much. She clearly hadn't noticed him before then and threw the human off to the side, his body slamming into a tree. The two of them fought as the one tossed aside slowly passed out, struggling to stay awake.

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Soft hands gently rubbed his back as he awoke again. His (e/c) eyes looked around the best the could but they didn't see much other than a wall. His whole body was sore but those hands were working wonders. The room was warm and whatever he was laying on was extremely comfortable. He closed his eyes and let out a pleased groan.

The hands froze and pulled away quickly, making him turn his head the other way. A set of bright blue eyes were staring with surprise that the male was awake. "H-hello there..." The human smirked and slowly blinked, "Hey sexy, why'd ya stop?"

The blonde blushed and looked away. "I dessspissse that remedy ssso much..." He mumbled as his hands carefully went back to massaging. "Mmm... I'm soooo tired... Will you cuddle with me?"

"No... Just go back to sssleep human..."

"Mm... Oh-kay."

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A soft warm light lit the room, if you could really call it a room. A rather noisy yawn resonated from a still fairly sore male. He carefully stretched and sat up, almost instantly laying back down.

"Fuuck me..."

His hand fell from what he now knows as a large hammock. Soft locks brushed against his fingers and without thinking he gently combed them, enjoying the soft and cool feeling on his slightly rough hands. The owner of said locks leaned into the hand, clearly not realizing whose hand it was.

The two enjoyed each other for a moment before the blonde realized the situation. He pulled away and sat up, looking at the still sleepy human in his bed. "Are you feeling better? Do you need anything?" He asked leaning in slightly.

"Something to drink, and maybe a name?" The Naga nodded and got a cup of water first. He sat up in the hammock carefully and crossed his legs slightly. Looking around, the room was neat yet cluttered with various items. He spot his stuff and cautiously, yet somewhat reluctantly, left the hammock to inspect them.

He sat on the large plush rug and rummaged through his own things, glad to see that everything he had was still there. Other than his canvas. He panicked slightly and looked around, immediately regretting the sudden movement.

Laying back, he closed his eyes and sighed. Mr. Naga came back and looked at the other on the ground. He hovered over him slightly till he opened his eyes. "Here, it'sss fresh ssspring water."

"Thank you." He said carefully sitting up and drinking what he was given.

"My name is Sssyerca." The other nodded. "(Y/n). Do you happen to know where my canvas is at Sssyerca?" He asked mimicking the way the other said it. Syerca blushed and nodded, moving over to a small table to grab it. (Y/n) stood up carefully from the floor and followed him to said table.

There was a large couch, clearly made for the naga, that (Y/n) sat on. Syerca sat next to him, and (Y/n) leaned on him, closing his eyes as he took in the snakes, surprising, warmth. Said snake blushed and looked down to the (h/c). He gently took the cup from (Y/n)'s hand and set it on the table.

"I hope you don't mind that I may have looked at your paintingsss..." (Y/n) shrugged and looked up to Syerca, one eye pressed against his side. "Are they ok? Physically?"

"Ah, yesss! They're fine. And quite beautiful if I might sssay..." Syerca said with a soft tone. (Y/n) smiled and looked down to the rolled canvas. He stood up and Syerca watched as he stood on the opposite side of the table. "Lie on the couch and get comfortable. Let me grab something real quick." He said walking over to his bag and rummaging around for a moment.

Syerca hesitantly did as the painter asked and made himself comfortable on the couch. (Y/n) found all of the supplies he needed and set them on the floor next to the table before sitting on his knees. "May I make a request?" He asked looking up to Syerca. The Naga nodded as he watched (Y/n) unroll the canvas. "Look cute and don't move till I say you can." Syerca blushed and adjusted slightly so that he was looking at the other.

(Y/n) started to put blobs of color onto the canvas. Syerca watched as the soft yellows and whites turned into his tail, then tans to his chest, and so on till it had gotten to his head, his face still not painted.

It had been close to 2 hours by that point but neither had seemed to notice the time go by due to being entranced by the painting. "Syerca. Could you look at me? Don't look at the painting." (Y/n) said, starting at the other's eyes. He blushed softly and looked into (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes.

Syerca took this opportunity to examine the human closely. His (e/c) eyes we're soft yet focused, while his (h/style) (h/c) hair moved slightly with his gentle head movements. He blushed and bit his lip slightly as he looked at his lips. They were a soft pink color and we're parted slightly as he worked, the occasional blep happening due to his focus.

Many minutes had passed before (Y/n) looked up and said. "Alright. You can move again." Syerca snapped out of his trance and looked down to the canvas. (Y/n) cleaned up as Syerca turned the canvas to look at properly. His eyes shined as he looked at it closer. "The amount of detail iss amazing..." (Y/n) looked up and smiled. "You can have it if you want it. I'll put it on a frame and sign it if you do." He said with a small laugh.

Syerca looked up as his eyes widened slightly. "Really? That would be lovely..." (Y/n) nodded and said, "I'll have to head back to my home though. If you'd be willing to come with me I could do it today." He went to get his pocket watch to check the time when he heard Syerca get off the couch. (Y/n) though nothing of it but tensed when he was hugged from behind.

He turned his head slightly to look at Syerca who buried his face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck. "Uh... What are you doing that for?" The other stayed silent for a moment before responding. "I know thisss is extremely sssudden... But... Would you be willing to become my mate?"

"... What would be in it for me?" (Y/n) asked looking to Syerca who pulled away. "Protection from any other Naga, free-range of my territory... It will finally let me rid thisss world of that vile woman that attacked you..." He said mumbling the last part. His eyes looked to (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes and the other said,

"So you wanna be my boyfriend?"

Syerca was quiet before he broke out in laughter, his eyes closing as he did. "Yesss... I-if that'sss what humansss call... Call matesss." (Y/n) looked up and shrugged. "Ok. I'm single anyway." Syerca smiled and hugged him, gently pressing their foreheads together. "Would it be ok for me to mark you?" He asked quietly, looking into (Y/n)'s eyes.

"I-I don't know what that entails but um... Sure..." (Y/n) gently wrapped his arms around Syerca's bare torso. He gently rubbed the others back. It was smooth but the occasional line like bump came up, telling there was a scar there. Syerca leaned down to (Y/n)'s neck and placed soft kisses under his jaw. (Y/n) gasped and shivered, slightly tightening his grip on the male, not expecting what he did.

Syerca continued to kiss before mumbling, "Sssorry... But thisss might hurt..." (Y/n) was about to speak up but Syerca bit down on his neck, his canines sinking in. (Y/n) gasped and let out a small moan of pain as he hugged him. Syerca pulled away slightly and licked the spot where he bit. It left a tingling sensation behind and (Y/n) felt a bit weak after.

"Are you ok..? The mark will tell that your claimed... My ssscent will remain and only be picked up by other naga..." He gently brushed (Y/n)'s hair back. "I wish you told me that's what you were going to do..." Syerca looked away and sighed, "I didn't think you would allow me if I told you."

(Y/n) looked up to him and moved his hands from the others back to his cheeks. He gently rubbed them with his thumbs. Syerca smiled and (Y/n) smiled too. His thumbs gently rubbed over Syerca's lips, they were thin but still nice. Syerca smiled more and stuck his tongue out, showing it's slit. "I don't know what's in that... Saliva of yours but it made me feel pretty good."

Syerca moved (Y/n)'s hands from his face and interlocked their fingers. "Also what's with you and making me feel good?" He asked, resting his face on Syercas chest. "I apologize... But... Thank you for letting me... M-mark you." (Y/n) pulled away and looked up to the others eyes. "Let's get to know each other before we call it official though." Syerca nodded and rested his forehead against (Y/n)'s.

"I'll take you back to your village a little later. For now, let'sss get to know each other... Like you sssuggested..."

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Definitely not my fav but hey

#mxm #monster x male reader #male monster x reader #monster male x male reader #oneshot #x male reader

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jangmi-latte · 3 years

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@ven-tii: Hello darling ☺️💕 May I request a Vil Schoenheit x reader? It’s their wedding night, and he makes it the most magical at the wedding. Like what it would be like there and if he sweeps her off her feet or something? then their sacred time together in the night? Reader is female please~ Tysm if you do this 😚 We stan for Vil

❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 ❞

➻ content: VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL

➻ warnings: slight nsfw

➻ comments: i have been dying to write this :DD and you requested in your old account lette so i had to redo the tag 💨. hope you enjoy 💞 and yes we have a new format!!

➺ You know those wedding trailers you would see during receptions? Well, you won’t be surprised when your and Vil’s trailer would look like something out of a movie. Your cameraman would be none other than Rook, of course. It’s probably one of the best parts when being at Vil Schoenheit’s post-marriage party.

➺ Surely, Vil loved the attention from others, but this life-changing event is something he would want to have in private. Only his and your friends and family are allowed to come. The paparazzi won’t even know when the marriage happened. They’ll just be surprised Vil’s already married.

➺ The waltz you and Vil practiced had a little backstory. It was the waltz Vil taught you back when you were still in Night Raven College. Who knew you would eventually use it in the future? Both your legs already memorised the steps. Your confidence was seen through your features as you and Vil looked at each other. It was perfect.

➺ Rook was probably smiling/capturing the moment at the sidelines. Being Vil’s cameraman AND best man was an honor. Of course, he would want his friend’s marriage to be captured in the best-- no, tres bien ways possible.

➺ Vil’s happiness was off the roof at that moment, but the most beautiful thing he has ever seen was you dancing with his father. Only a few knew Vil and his father were close. He was very important to him. Seeing two of his favorite people get along, let alone have the other be part of his family, was something Vil would cherish forever. Rook was able to catch his award-winning and never dying smile from the sidelines as he watched you enjoy yourself being around your father-in-law.

➺ Please, dancing with your mother was something he loved too. He’s very thankful that this woman was the same woman who gave her daughter’s hand to him. He remembered how hard it was to please her, and damn was it worth it.

➺ Oh, you know that tradition where the groom has to remove the bride's garter from her leg? Vil can be sly and teasing when he wants to. Hands? Jokes on you, he'd use his teeth. Please, he looks handsome and gorgeous just looking at you while pulling down on the garter from your thigh. The camera angles, Rook's got it all prepared. It was seductive.

➺ Are you still alive at your own wedding? No.

➺ While you sat there being red and possibly having a nosebleed, Vil would just smirk at you with those kissable lips of his while tossing the garter with his back turned. Damn, he knew he was your weakness.

➺ But, that wasn't all. Okay, you wanted the night to be memorable, yes? He might've seduced you on the garter pulling part, but his dance lessons with you were going to be used. You love how both Rook and Epel hid you from Vil's sight while you and your bridesmaids helped you get dressed into one of the sexiest (but presentable) outfits you bought behind Vil's back.

➺ So while Vil was persuaded to sit on the front of the stage in confusion, some slow and sensual song played in the background. The way the audience cheered and clapped while he folded/bit on his lip brought a different aura to the room. When you popped out on the stage in that tantalizing outfit, oh boy, Vil was melting. Calm and composed is he on the outside, but his heart was beating so fast on the inside, his grin was boosting your pride.

➺ You danced with your bridesmaids and maid of honor and Vil’s eyes were only glued on you. When did you have the time to escape the preparations and practice this seductive dance number? He loved your confidence. He saw you grow ever since school days and now you’re Mrs. Schoenheit. The wife of Vil Schoenheit.

➺ When you sat on his lap while grinning, (please, even if you wanted to seduce Vil on your wedding day it was fun seeing his bashful reaction) and he kissed the corner of your lips, you knew he too had something in store. This, this is the Vil the public eye can’t see. Now you know why he wanted this event to be in private.

➺ Okay, your dance number was over, and now it’s another dance with Vil. This time, it was his turn to ‘unintentionally’ seduce you. You know how he loved to be the center of attention -- with you included -- and the night was barely over. He had you blindfolded while you teasingly touched you E V E R Y W H E R E. It was a dance of trust, he made sure you didn’t fall but his hands-- holy shit.

➺ It was the night you two are finally as one, of course, Vil’s going all out, let him be.

➺ After the sexy dance number, Rook was already nudging the groom, whispering, “What are your plans for the honeymoon, Roi du Poison?” he chuckled. PLEASE THE SMIRK THESE TWO SHARED--

➺ After the reception was over, pictures were taken, conversations shimmered down, and now it was time for some private moment between the bride and groom. It was somewhere near the Land of Pyroxene yet closer to the Rose Kingdom. You expected it to be some grand hotel or beach but it was actually near the mountains and a simple cottage where no cameras can bother the both of you.

➺ Tired? More like turned on. After you both entered your room, you quickly laid on the bed. Taking off your heels and undoing your hairdo. Who are we kidding? Scented candles would light up thanks to Vil’s magic.

➺ You would be giggling to yourself while you opened your eyes. Your cheeks would be tinted red while you watched Vil slowly strip himself with his back turned to you. First with his royal blue tux dropping to the ground, then his black vest, his white shirt, then… his luscious back.

➺ “You’re taking too long,” you would complain while you stood back up.

➺ “Oh, have you forgotten that I like to take my time?” He teased as he approached you. His arm wrapping around your waist while the other undid the ties of your dress from behind. His lips would steadily press and trail down your neck, your dress going loose and falling to your feet.

➺ All those seducing you did, that was just part of the fun. Vil would take it slow and sensual. This night is very important to him. You’ve both done well during the growth of your relationship and that day was the start of something new.

➺ You have entrusted your whole life to him when you said “I do” and he did as well. That kissed you shared after he lifted your veil sealed your new last name. A new last name, a new beginning.

➺ Lips landed on soft skin, hands roaming where only the both of you are allowed to touch, names mewling only the other would hear, what else could Vil ask? Right under him, was the beauty he helped you grow. And he? Well, you helped him build himself more.

➺ The very heartwarming sound you released that night was his name, and an “I love you” after he finally marked you as his.

➺ After your sweet moment, the candles died out and now you both were just cuddling under the sheets. Vil was tired and so were you. Surprising at it may be, Vil nearly fell asleep with his makeup on if only you didn’t remove them yourself with the little energy you had left.

➺ PLEASE IMAGINE WAKING UP NEXT TO VIL WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE BEING BARE AND RELAXED. y/n, you are one lucky wife.

➺ Magicam would be surprised a few weeks later with Vil’s new post having, “Mrs. Schoenheit” as the caption and the picture of the two of you having a small picnic date within the meadows. The public shall not know more than that.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #pomefiore #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #night raven college #ツイステッドワンダーランド #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines

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darksuna · 3 years

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🤍toxic

pairing: Suna x fem!reader

warnings: physical/verbal abuse, non-con, !R*PE!, kinda housewife relationship, sexist suna, mentions of forced marriage, misogynist suna, unprotected sex, (lmk if you find more!)

also be aware of: grammar and spelling errors. (mane, i got tired of this story. I wrote this on 3 different days)

Never in a million years would you’ve thought, you’d find yourself in this position; his heavy body covering your small form, his large hand muffling your desperate cries for help, while his other hand tightly locks your small writs above your head.

this’ gonna leave bruises you thought, but that of course was your smallest problem right now.

Nervously looking at the clock above the doorframe, you’re waiting for the sound of keys to chime. Today is the day. Today is the day, you’d finally gain your freedom and independence back, which you lost two years ago, after agreeing to date this man.

If you could erase one of your past mistakes it would be becoming Rintarō Sunas girlfriend, a decision, that turned your life to living hell.

The thought of being college sweathearts with an successful professional middle blocker might’ve sounded enviable at first, but the longer you’ve been with him, it was all the more doomed for you. The laid-back, funny and caring boyfriend turned into a moody, manipulative and unfaithful tyrant.

The worse part was your upcoming marriage your parents and you have arranged to uplift his career and seal the bond of your love , like your mother said. But of course you knew she was just after his money.

5 more minutes.

You play with the handle of your small suitcase as you desperately try to calm yourself down, your heart beating faster with every passing second.

Fuck. Should you really do this? Maybe you should just give up and live your life like you did before. As long as you behaved, Suna wasn’t too bad anyway.

,,Get your act together!‘‘, you mumble to yourself, as you light slap yourself in the face. You‘ve been planning this for the longest now, there is no going back!

Suddenly you hear keys rumbling on the door and the light in the hallways turn on. Wiping your sweaty palms on your thigh highs, you almost faint due to your anxiety.

As his footsteps get closer, you feel your head spinning. The dizziness making it hard to keep your composure.

,,Y/N?“, it chimed before a brown haired man enters the living room. His lazy hazel eyes mustering your anxious form sitting on the cold leather couch.

,,What‘s up with all that?“, Suna asks with his always bored voice, pointing at your luggage.

,,Hello Rin. I- I got something to tell you“, you stumble as confident as possible, tapping the free space on the couch, implying for him to sit next to you.

,,Can’t that wait? I‘m tired and fucking hungry. Those fucking sponsors talk way too much“, he groans annoyed, walking straight to your shared bedroom not paying you any mind.

Confused you twist your torso, to follow his actions with your eyes.

,,But Rin I-“

,,You still didn’t tell me why you got all them suitcases. Did you book a surprise vacation again? I already told you, vacation this time around is rather counterproductive.“, he cuts you off, casually taking off his tie as he looks at his tall form in the mirror. ,,Why don’t you ever listen?“, he sighs.

Standing in the doorframe, you nervously play with the hem of your skirt.

,,Rin, vacations are not what I wanted to talk about“, you mumble. Suna throws a quick questioning look at you, before looking back in the mirror. You take his silence as a sign to continue.

,,I‘m leaving.“

Raising an eyebrow at himself, Suna takes off his suit jacket and throws it on the bed, his shirt and pants following soon after.

,,Leaving where? To the supermarket?“, he asks ironically. He turns around, facing you but you immediately lower your gaze.

,,Don’t act like you’ve never seen this before. Why are you so weird today?“, he asks again, his voice filled with serious confusion and annoyance.

,,Rintarō, I‘m leaving you. For good. I just don’t think I can do this anymore“, you start anxiously waiting for an reaction, but nothing comes. ,,What we‘re doing isn’t good for neither you nor me. W-we‘re ruining the both of us and I just think..- I think it‘s time for us to set our li-“

,,Did you cook already? I‘m hungrier than a motherfucker.“ And again. He cut you off mid sentence again. Suna always does his, whenever he gets tired of your voice or as he says ,thinks you‘ve talked more than a woman should for the day‘.

,,What‘re you standing there for? Put my stuff back and prepare my dinner”, he demands, pushing you aside as he walkes back to the living room.

,,Also put those fucking bags away and go get me some sweatpants, stupid.” With a ,tch’ noise, Suna gave you one last despising gaze. With that, the conversation was over for him, but you couldn’t just give up, now that you’ve told him how you really feel.

,,See, this is why I wanna leave your raunchy ass!”, you yell, clenching your fists in anger. Suna stops his actions, replaying your words in his head.

,,The fuck did you just say?”

,,You heard me right, Rin! I’m so tired of the way you treat me! You’re always rude and mean to me. It’s like you despise me! Also you always come home late at night, acting like I don’t know you’re fucking, I don’t know how many bitches, outside and if you ever come home like today, all I get is you pushing me around like your fucking house slave! I’m tired of this Rintarō. I can’t do this no more!” Your breath is uneven by the end of your outburst.

As you realize what you’ve just said panic starts to take in the space of the previous anger. Suna was way too calm for your liking and that only means no good.

,,O my god, I-I’m sorry Rin! I didn’t mean what I just said, honestly!”, you stumble worried as you step forward and gently place your cold fingers on his warm biceps. You know the damage was already done, when you felt his large hand around your small neck, cutting off your air supply.

Your big eyes stare at his insane looking ones as his face is so close to yours, not even a sheet of paper could fit between you.

,,So that’s what you’ve been thinking about me, you ungrateful little slut, huh?“, Suna whispers threatening. ,,After all I‘ve done for you, letting you stay in this expensive ass penthouse, paying for your fucking slutty clothes“, he continues through gritted teeth, throwing your weak body on the floor.

Suddenly you feel his fist colliding with your face, a penetrating beep sound sabotaging your hearing.

,,Fuck, I‘m paying all your fucking bills and you wanna complain about me expecting food by the end of the fucking day?“, he hisses fake laughing as his hard fists constantly hit your small form.

,,Rin, please stop!“, you beg, scrunched up in a ball to protect your body as tears are forming in your eyes but those aren’t tears of pain. These are tears or utter shock. Rin was indeed moody and verbally abusive sometimes, but he never went as far as hitting you. Never.

Abruptly he stops, wiping under his nose with his fist. You lurk up from between your hands as you see him kneel over you, mustering your body.

,,You wanna know something?“, he mumbles absent. ,,You were right, I‘ve been fucking other bitches. You just became too prudish and all these easy cunts were just waiting to be fucked by me.“

His rough hand strokes the free space between your thigh highs and your panties. Confused you pull your eyebrows together, lightly flinching away.

,,But damn, I forgot how hot you actually are.“ His hungry hazel eyes pierce through yours. A cold shiver runs down your spine as you realize his intimation, but before you can react his greedy hands grab your thighs, pulling you towards him.

,,No, Rin! What are you doing?“, you ask scared.

,,Didn’t you just complain about me fucking other bitches?“, he repeats your words from earlier, ripping your panties apart.

You try to push his hands off of you, but he angrily grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. Again his flat palm collides with your soft cheek, leaving a stinging feeling on it. You gasp in shock.

,,Stop fighting, fucking whore“, he curses pulling his boxers down. ,,I‘m just giving you what you wanted.”

,,Rintarō, you don’t have to do this! I‘m sorry! I-I‘m so sorry but please-", you plead desperat. Tears are streaming down your face as you feel him adjusting yourself in front of you entrance. You try to press your thighs together, but Suna simply rips them apart with ease.

,,You asked for it, and you shall receive“, he hums before thrusting inside of you. A pained scream escapes your throat. His length stretching your dry insides to an painful degree.

,,Shut the hell up. I don’t need them nosy neighbors to knock on my fucking door“, he demands with a cold voice.

,,Rintarō, it hurts! Please stop“, you continue your pleas through tears but Suna continues his angry thrusts. He rolls on top of you, taking your abilities to squirm for freedom underneath hin.

,,You dumb slut, didn’t I tell you to shut that dirty mouth of yours?“, he asks irritated, slapping his large hand over your mouth.

,,Can’t stand your fucking voice“, he groans annoyed.

His thrusts are hard and steady, his cock continuously knocking at your cervix. You shake your head under his head as the amount of pain, physically and mentally, rises to an almost unbearable degree.

,,Keep acting like that and I‘ll fuck the shit outta you all night“, he threatens, his lazy eyes looking at yours so dangerously, you know he is serious.

His words weren’t even necessary to stop you from trying, your motivation to fight leaving sooner than you thought.

Grunting and moaning Suna rocks his hips into your tight cunt, enjoying every second of his power over you.

,,Look how cute you are, when you actually shut the fuck up. Dumb whore, who do you think you are?“, he asks. ,,Yelling at me, calling me raunchy,“ he chuckles outraged, ,,cursing up a strom and complaining about being my little house wife.“

,,You‘re a useless woman, only existing for male pleasure and wellbeing. A stupid fucktoy, a bimbo you are“, he mutters, his thrust becoming harder with each word.

Suna squeezes your cheeks, pouting your lips.

,,You understand that, you bitch? You’re mine. You belong to me and you’ll never leave me. Know your fucking place, whore!“ He throws your weak head back, your hope for help long gone.

,,Answer!“ He yells with a hard thrust.

,,Y-yes, I understand“, you pant, silent tears rolling down your temples.

,,Hm, good girl. Such a good little bitch for me.“

You stare at the ceiling counting the remaining thrusts until Suna shoots his load in you with a loud groan. He pulls his cock out of you used cunt, adjusting himself in his boxers.

,,Yo, I‘m still hungry. I want to see food on the table after I‘m done showering“, he demands as he‘s standing up.

,,And clean yourself up. You look fucking disgusting“, he mutters despicable, leaving you undone, his sticky liquids running down your bruised thighs and the sensation of his rough touches still on your body.

Maybe, just maybe, you should’ve changed your mind, before he came home.

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la-lunaluna · 3 years

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By Candlelight

By Candlelight (Modern Pero Tovar x f reader)

Rating: 18+

Words: 2k

Warnings: Husband and wife, masturbation, oral, taking care of your man

Author comments: Hello, sweeties! Last week was my first time posting Marcus Pike, and now it’s the time of the grumpy mercenary we love so much! English is not my first language, so, if you find any horrible writing mistake, let me know! I hope you like it!

When you married Pero Tovar, you knew things would be tough, but you only figured out how it could be the first time you woke up alone on bed. His work used to take him away from home for days, weeks sometimes, and it was always painful to be away from him. In the last few days time seemed to be even more cruel, and even though you were trying to distract yourself from this feeling, time was passing bizarrely slowly. Saturday had finally arrived and you couldn’t help feeling happy, but anxious too.

You woke up and checked your phone with a tender message from Tovar, he was excited to finally meet you that night. You decided to let everything comfortable to receive your husband, changing bed sheets, perfuming the air and preparing something he liked to eat. You picked up the phone hurried to listen to his voice.

“Honey, I’m home in an hour, okay? I’m looking forward to see you.” Although the scar on his face made him look serious, mysterious and sometimes even scary, he was a sweet man, caring and in love with you.

"I'll be waiting for you, my love, please don't run down the road" you requested before saying goodbye and hanging up the call.

You wanted to feel good, relaxed and ready to receive your husband, but you didn't have enough time to take a long bath, the kind you considered a true ritual. However, nothing would change your mood and your expectation of having the warmth of your husband's body next to you in bed tonight.

You took a shower and got dressed to finally receive him. When you opened the door, it seemed so long since you had seen him that you seemed to have forgotten what he looked like; his skin, even if a little punished by time, had a beautiful tone, the color of his mustache matched him, and his brown eyes were warm and inviting. That was Pero Tovar, your particular prince charming, once again returning to you.

You hugged him standing on tiptoe to wrap your arms around your husband's neck, taking a deep breath and feeling at home again with the familiar smell. His embrace was as warm as summer, as chilling as the autumn wind, as warm as a spring afternoon, and as sheltering as a home in the harsh winter. Tovar fit all the seasons of your life, after all.

"My love, how are you? I missed you so much." Pero held your face to seal calm, passionate kisses over and over again, happy to finally be back. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion.

"Baby, you have no idea how empty this house is without you, how empty I am without you."

Pero led you by the hand into the couple's bedroom and sat you on the bed, sitting down next to you and looking into your eyes.

"My love, you shouldn't feel empty without me, you are a wonderful woman and complete on your own. I would love it if you could see yourself the way I see you: beautiful, loving, strong and complete.

He slid onto the bed so he could rest his head on the pillow, slapping his hand on his shoulder, inviting you to stay with him.

"Pero, I don't even know what to say with you treating me like this, you take care of me so much and I can't even take care of you as much as you do to me" you commented, nestling into your husband's chest.

"My love, you already take care of me so much, you don't need to reward anything, it's not a competition" he said with his eyes closed.

Tovar took a deep breath and yawned, it wasn't easy to drive for hours straight, even more with the highway being exactly the same all the way, hypnotic for those behind the wheel. You leaned on your own elbow, preparing to move closer to his face and draw a line of kisses from his neck to his mouth, while snaking your hand down his chest under his shirt.

"Shit" he said between kisses "I didn't want to be so tired, I wanted to come and enjoy the time with you, you know" he commented, feeling a little shy about being exhausted even to make love with his wife. "I really want to, but... I need to take some rest, or I won't be able to make up for our lost time in the way you deserve."

"Oh, Pero..." you giggled "You're irresistible when you're out of sorts, you know that? Stay there." You smacked his lips. "I'll take care of you."

Tovar saw you going to the bathroom, and by the sounds of it, you were doing something. You called out to him, and he lazily got out of bed to find you. Entering the bathroom he could see what you had prepared within minutes: the lights were off and the only brightness came from three candles, making the bathroom lightly lit and very cozy; the air smelled of something calming and relaxing... Chamomile, lavender perhaps? Pero didn't understand any of it, but it smelled really good.

You were leaning over the sink looking at him in the reflection of the mirror. Your gaze beneath the scar, although curious about what was going on, became even more sexy in the warm light from the flickering flames. You approached slowly without taking your eyes from his and, opening his belt, said:

"I know you are tired, you don't have to feel bad for not paying attention to me right now. For now, let me give you some attention."

You kissed his lips, undoing the button and unzipping his pants. You bent down to remove his socks, allowing you to continue undressing him. He thought it amazing how sexy you could be even doing something as simple as taking off his socks, without breaking eye contact and with your skin glistening in the dim light. Even though he was exhausted, he felt his cock throbbing inside his clothes. Damn, if he wasn't almost asleep on his feet he'd probably fuck you against the sink just to watch your face twitch with pleasure in the reflection. However, he just let you continue. You grabbed his pants and underwear and helped him to get rid of them. You stood up again and pulled on his sweaty T-shirt, making him instinctively lift his arms so you could slip them over his arms.

You picked up the phone and chose some music, playing it in a slow rhythm, making everything even more relaxing. You unzipped your dress beside your body and he watched it slowly fall to the floor, leaving you in a bra and tiny shorts. You stepped into the shower, pinned up your hair, and turned on the water, calling out to him with your forefinger.

"Baby..." Tovar moved closer without being able to avoid touching his dick and squeezing it lightly.

"Shh" you whispered.

You pulled him in by the hand, getting wet and guiding him under the water. Tovar groaned, the water was at such a good temperature that his muscles seemed to thank for the caress. For a second he even forgot where and with who he was, he just closed his eyes and let that relaxation wash over him. He felt your hands slipping through his hair lathering, down to his neck and shoulders, squeezing the tense areas before moving to his arms and large hands.

He opened his eyes and watched you massaging his back, his chest, and pumping his cock once or twice slowly, just to tease him a little. You guided him close to the water, where you rinsed him off and held his face to give him one more kiss on his lips, turning off the water after that. Tovar came out of the shower dripping with water and you came right over with a towel to help him dry off. He took the sweatpants and an old t-shirt that you had separated for him and got dressed, impatient to get into bed.

He went to the bed, lying down in a crooked way. You laid down as well after drying yourself off, kissing him and holding his broad shoulders, so strong and soft at the same time. Tovar ran his hands around your waist, enjoying the lazy sensual feeling it was bringing him, mixed with his tiredness. You slowly scratched his chest, listening to your husband moan softly in pleasure. You positioned yourself, hinting that you would pull down the elastic band of his sweatshirt where it was easy to see that he was getting hard.

"Baby, you don't have to do this," Tovar said. Even saying that, he laid his head on the pillow, seeming to want just the opposite.

"I'm not doing this because I need to, I'm doing it because I want to. Relax and let me give you a cuddle, okay?" You smiled, looking at him fondly and pulling his pants down so that you could pull his cock out.

You stopped to pay attention to the vision that filled your eyes. Your husband was beautiful, and although you had seen him naked several times before, he was gorgeous now. It was probably a mixture of horniness and longing. Taking care of him made him feel vulnerable, and you loved that. You placed your palm on his tummy, moving it gently over his still slightly damp body from the shower. Heavens, you had missed every bit of him. Tovar's eyes were almost closed, but they were still looking at you eagerly, smiling and waiting for what you would do next.

You guided your hand to your husband's dick, wrapping it around him. Tovar groaned and closed his eyes tightly, marking his scar. He was beginning to get drunk on delight.

"My love..." You whispered against his skin in a very sexy way, your voice traversing the silent room. "I missed you so much..."

Tovar opened his eyes slowly to answer, but what would he answer after the provocative sight of you holding his sex with a smile on your face?

"Baby, please..."

You satisfied his wish, masturbating his cock slowly, letting your fingers run along Tovar's entire length. Sometimes you increased the pressure just to hear his deep voice moaning with pleasure and watch his lip being bitten in a delicious sight.

Watching Pero playing with his own lips almost made you lose concentration. You were very turned on too, after all. It was delicious to stimulate him, to hear his groans, to hear his breathing getting faster and deeper, to see how his hips arched with the threat of cum. You distributed wet kisses on his groin and bit the inside of his thigh, loving to see how his skin shivered. You held his cock, staring at him in the most mischievous way you could.

Tovar's eyes were darker than usual and glowed in a silent pleading, and you took the message by running your tongue all over his cock. He struggled not to moan so loudly when you put him in your mouth, swallowing him as far as you could. He closed his eyes, gripping the sheet tightly. You sucked him quickly, wrapping your tongue around him and scratching your teeth lightly, not missing Tovar's delighted expression for a second. How could he have imagined that he would come home after weeks and be greeted by a candlelight shower and an incredible oral? He didn't know how much he was in need of something like this.

"Relax, honey, you can cum." You sucked one ball at a time calmly and ran your tongue over the tip, sucking his cock afterwards, fitting your mouth on it and feeling his hips having uncontrolled spasms.

"Fuck, baby... I..." Tovar moaned, cumming hard and filling your mouth with his warm liquid. You didn't seem to mind, licking your own lips after tasting your husband's flavor. Wow, you were missing that. "Baby..."

You put his cock back inside his sweatshirt and moved closer to kiss him. He was sweaty and sighing.

"You can rest now, honey." You turned off the light at the side of the bed and nestled against Tovar's chest, rolling lazily against his hips.

"But..." He softly moaned into your neck.

"You take care of me tomorrow, okay? Get some rest."

Pero surrendered to the bed, hugging you and resting his hand on your breast.

"Yes, baby, I'll take care of you tomorrow."

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little-lightning-lavellan · 3 years

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10 for the casual affection prompts? :3 *sends you softness and love for migraine!*

Hello, Catvellan, my love!! Bless you, you're too kind to me asdfghjkl <3 And of course! Sorry for the wait, it was hard to write when the head was hurtin'. :( But I can now! :D <3

10. Placing their chin on the other’s shoulder:

Mellan had spent plenty of afternoons with her chin resting on Solas' shoulder. It had started off when they were simply friends, just so she could get a better look at what he was painting. She hadn't noticed back then how pink his ears had gotten, though Dorian certainly had, teasing the poor apostate over it for the proceeding month and a half.

Once the pair began to officially court one another, these little acts of physical affection became more and more common for Mellan. Solas was rare to initiate, but made it known how much he appreciated them from Mellan. So, watching him paint, turned to reading over his shoulder, then to just slipping her chin over his shoulder as she fell asleep by the campfire. It became one of the many shells Solas had collected on the shore of his vhenan's signs of affection.

Yet, each and every time, it still caught him off guard, tips to tinted that telling pink.

One afternoon, the sun only having just left it's place in the middle of the sky, the mage couldn't help but wonder if Mellan would react similarly. And what sort of scholar would he be if he didn't go testing a theory every now and again?

Lounging lazily in Mellan's bed with his cheek resting in one hand, the other holding a book, Solas glanced up from his reading. The redhead was fiddling with something on the small writing desk she'd procured, documents and notes of translations and runes littering the space. 'I have it organized!' she'd said. 'Everything has a place!'

Solas chuckled at the thought, shutting the book and resting it on the solitary bedside table, which had become more his than hers (the chaotic little beastie), before standing. Tucking his hands behind his back, the elf strode leisurely over to the other, the latter completely engrossed in her work. Before she could respond to the feel of his heated presence so close to her, the mage had already bent himself at the waist to plop his sharp chin directly between the tip of her shoulder and the crook of her neck.

"What, pray tell, are you working on, ma halla?" he asked, a subtle smugness to his tone as he observed the woman from his periphery. Her mismatched eyes had blown wide, her lips had opened in a small, silent gasp. A reddish hue had begun to dot her cheeks, and Solas just knew that same shade decorated her ears.

"U-Uh, I--!" Mellan stammered hopelessly, turning her head slightly, sealing her mouth shut for a moment before words returned to her. "W-What are you doing?" she asked once she could form a proper sentence.

"Humoring my curiosity." Solas answered, and Mellan could feel the chuckle in his throat. "Though, I suspect your back doesn't begin to ache quite like mine will if I remain this way."

Quirking a brow, the younger elf put two and two together, and giggled out a snort. "Well, I also have to stand up to reach you, ma fen. Its a bit easier on the ligaments." Shrugging her other shoulder, as to not disturb the other's occupant, she waxed poetically: "Who knows? It might even strengthen my spine..."

"Perhaps, perhaps." Solas readjusted, chuckling once again after his nose bumped against Mellan's jawline. "Though, I must admit, I do believe I see the appeal."

"Oh?"

Solas only nodded once, feeling as if he might answer the woman's question more clearly with actions as opposed to words, for once. Not having to lean forward much at all, the man left a soft kiss to his heart's cheek...

... before pausing, and leaving another on her neck, her temple, her jaw...

Playful arms wrapped around her waist, and Mellan squirmed and shrieked with ticklish laughter. Not much further work was accomplished that afternoon, but at least one theory was proven true, and perhaps that was enough for the day.

#they are both so stressed all the time they deserve fluff when they can get it imo #solavellan #solas #mellan lavellan #lavellan #dai #dragon age #my writing

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peachyteez · 3 years

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mint chocolate chip ice cream ≫ DAY TWO, CARROTS.

this abandoned, shy bunny hybrid loves hanging around the open field area of the recovery facility. one day, with the help of jungkook, another bunny hybrid, jiyu meets mingi. after days of mingi being too shy and running away from her, a bag of carrots and mint chocolate ice chip cream was all it took to seal the deal.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: fun fact, i almost accidentally deleted this whole thing when i meant to edit it 😭

✧ WARNING: small mention of abuse

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“since when did you like carrots that much?” yeonjun asked as he eyed the huge ziploc bag of carrots that jiyu took out.

“they’re not for me,” she wryly chuckled. “you were right yesterday, there was a stray out in the field. a bunny one,” she explained. “he seemed pretty frazzled and scared, so i thought carrots could help.”

yeonjun gave a small nod. “what are you planning on doing if he warms up to you?”

jiyu bit her lip in thought. “i actually haven’t figured that part out yet...” she sheepishly admitted. “but yunho told me about a friend of his whose also bunny hybrid. he had red hair and this bunny hybrid also has red hair, so i was going to ask him if he knew yunho.”

“and if he doesn’t?”

“...then i’ll just ask if he has a place to go home to. which there’s a high chance he doesn’t, he’s a stray after all...”

yeonjun twirled his pen in between his fingers. “well, one of the hybrids under my care is going to be transferred to the adoption center soon. if you want and if he doesn’t have a place then he can take that spot,” he offered.

with a small hum, she got up with the bag of baby carrots. “that sounds great. thanks, jun!” she chirped before leaving to go outside. she hoped to see the tall, red-haired bunny hybrid again.

and she was in luck. stepping out to the spot from the previous day, she found the bunny sunbathing in the sun. his arms were crossed under his head as pillows and his eyes were closed. he seemed so at peace that jiyu felt it was a crime to have him run away if she were to startle him.

feeling someone’s presence behind him, the bunny hybrid’s ears perked up in alert and he instantly shot up into a sitting position. turning around, his eyes widened seeing jiyu there. with a gasp, he frantically curled into a defensive huddle as he trembled from fear.

jiyu frowned before sitting down a distance away from the stray hybrid. “i won’t hurt you, big guy,” she gently reassured, a soft smile on her face for extra reassurance. “you could run me over with how tall you are,” she chuckled.

peeking his head up from his curled up position, he warily observed jiyu. his eyes stopped at her nametag. hwang, jiyu. hybrid caretaker.

hybrid caretaker? where am i? he thought as his eyes flitted through his surroundings. this isn’t a park?

“um...” jiyy hesitantly called out to him. she brought the bag of carrots out from behind her. “i brought carrots as a sign of peace...?” she sheepishly said.

he felt his mouth start to water at the food in front of him. it’s been a while since he had a decent meal; he had previously been digging through various trash bins from restaurants for food, as well as occassionally raiding a few vegetable gardens here and there. he glanced up at jiyu, then back to the bag. it went on for a while before jiyu gently pushed the bag closer.

seeing that jiyu was just sitting there, he slowly crept to the bag and snatched it before scurrying back a few feet farther away from her. she didn’t do anything. instead, she sat there with a warm smile as she watched him open the bag and start munching on the carrots.

“so cute...” she mumbled under her breath as she watched the giant bunny devour the contents of the bag. a small frown took over her smile. “he’s eating like that’s his last meal...” she realized as she watched him more.

once he finished, he slowly moved closer to her and slid the now-empty bag towards her before scooting back a safe distance again. instead of curling up into a ball, he sat with his knees against his chest, arms wrapped around his legs. he curiously stared at her, waiting anxiously for her next move.

“you were pretty hungry, huh,” she said as she took the bag and put it in her pocket. “are you a stray?” she gently asked.

he lightly nodded, an action so small that it could’ve gone unnoticed to an unobservant eye. jiyu’s eyes wandered to his bare neck. “hm...just like him.”

who’s him? he cocked his head to the side at her mumble. his ears swayed with his head, making jiyu smile.

he’s too cute, oh my lord. she internally squealed. but the more she observed the hybrid in front of her, the more she was convinced he was yunho’s friend. they both had red hair, and they were strays. it adds up, but what if she was wrong?

“hey bub,” she quietly called out to the bunny as to not scare him. “can you tell me your name?” she saw him tense at her question. she deflated a little. i guess it’s still going to take some getting used to.

“hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” she followed up after seeing his hesitance. “i know you’re probably still wary, so i won’t force anything.”

before he could react, jiyu stood up and stretched her arms above her head. “i’ve said this countless amount of times to hybrids i work with, but the humans here, myself included, won’t harm you. just remember that, yeah?” she smiled before turning around to walk back into the building since she had to start making her morning rounds. “i’ll come back out again at twelve-thirty,” she called back to him.

he stared at her retreating figure in wonder. she’s weird... however, despite his earlier doubts, he spotted the familiar woman coming towards him later that day. in her hands were bags of what he assumed to be food.

she sat a safe distance away from him again and pushed another bag of carrots towards him. “i would get you something else, but i’m not quite sure what else you like besides carrots,” she explained with a meek smile.

like earlier, he slowly took the bag and scurried back a good distance away before munching on the orange vegetable. there was so much he wanted to tell her, but he was scared. memories of his old home flashed through his brain. how he was punished when he spoke up about his own feelings, thoughts, opinions...basically anything that went against what his owners wanted. it scarred him; since running away, he never gave his opinion on anything for others. he just went with the flow. while it did benefit him, there were times it got him into hostile situations.

he snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a small gasp from the woman in front of him. stealing a glance at her, he found her entranced with a butterfly that had landed on a flower next to her. with the way her eyes sparkled in fascination, she resembled a child that was getting to know the world for the first time. it almost made him laugh. almost. seeing her pout when the butterfly flew away was the cherry on top and a tiny giggle passed his lips. he slapped a hand over his mouth. luckily, since they were a distance away, she didn’t hear him.

“aw man, it was really pretty, too,” she pouted as she watched it fly away. turning her phone on, she realized her forty-five minutes were up. she cleaned up her trash and stood up. “it’s time for me to go,” she announced the bunny.

mingi just stared at her before looking down at the bag of carrots in his hands. he had only munched on half of them, and he was quite sad that he had to give up his food. sensing his distress, jiyu chuckled. “you can keep the rest of the carrots. i gave them to you after all.”

his eyes slightly widened. jiyu smiled before waving. “see you around, bub.” she discreetly smiled at her lunch bag that she had left behind.

watching her walk off, mingi continued munching on the baby carrots. as he reached in for another, he realized he had eaten them all. frowning at his lack of control to save them, his eyes landed on the bag that jiyu left behind. scurrying over, he was about to go after jiyu before he saw a note taped to the paper bag.

i had a feeling you’d eat all the carrots so there’s two more bags in here! eat them to your heart’s content! also, let me know somehow of there’s anything else you want to eat :)

a foreign feeling bloomed in his chest. it was like warm fireworks, a feeling that made a genuine smile appear on his face. opening the bag, he found two ziploc bags of carrots and a water bottle. she’s weird...but nice.

“be glad i went home and sacrificed my carrots for you,” yeonjun flicked her forehead when she came back to her desk. “now i gotta stop the market for more before soobin whines...”

“sorry, jun,” she sheepishly said. “hongjoong told me we ran out so i thought you’d have some because of binnie.”

“you owe me one,” he ruffled her hair, but his smile said otherwise. “so how’s the stray bunny?”

“he’s adorable, but still guarded. he was too hesitant to even tell me his name.”

“give him some more time. knowing you, you’d probably find a way to help him open up like you did with seonghwa and hongjoong. just follow your instincts and gut.”

remembering the way the bunny hybrid had munched on the carrots, the way his eyes would sparkle in curiousity, the way his ears swayed with his head, jiyu chuckled. “you’re right,” she replied, unaware of how she had made the bunny’s day.

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Chrysanthemums [Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader]

summary: you’ve lived in america for the past 15 years of your life. then, everything changed with one letter.

content warnings: very light cursing. some angst (?)

a/n: omg hi!! officially my second request, im so excited to share!! i know it’s SUUUUPER long but bars with me? i’m so proud of it and i’d actually love to do a mini series w this so lmk what u all think! ty for the request @peneflop !

everyone in america knew about harry potter. even though voldemort was a criminal in another country, americans felt just as worried. when the news got out, everyone was all over you. ‘(y/n) potter! are you related to him?’ you didn’t know the answer. but it was most likely not, right?

you sat next to your best friends, wishing them a good morning. “want to go pick up the mail?” lena asked. you nodded. the three of you walked down the halls, giggling and gossiping. “what’re you doing for halloween, (y/n)?” gina asked. you shrugged. “dunno. probably nothing. why?” she let out a dramatic gasp. “you’ve gotta come to this party! please don’t miss it, it’s gonna be amazing!” you laughed at her and turned the corner, entering the mail room. “i’ll think about it.” she made a face and you all separated to open your mail boxes. you flipped through your letters- nothing special. then something caught your eye. a parchment envelope with a burgundy wax seal. “guys?” your two friends rushed over. “what?” the said in unison. with a shaky hand, you lifted up the letter. “holy.” “shit.”

it was settled. you were moving to london and going to hogwarts. you were not keen on the idea at all, but the albus dumbledore demanded you be there. no witch could just say no. right now you were at the station, watching as hundreds of witches and wizards staggered around. “why’d you have to go before halloween?” gina sighed. you pouted. “i’ll write to you both once a week. i’ll tell you everything.” “yeah, you better!” lena teased. then you were met with anna. anna was your care taker. she wasn’t related to you but she cared for you since you didn’t have any connections to your family. you were told that your parents died in a car crash and they were both only children, so you had no aunts or uncles. poor circumstances, but that was your life. “i’m gonna miss you.” you said it quickly, afraid you may cry if you spoke too slow. “i’ll miss you too.” she was already crying. “now go, everyones already on.” you hugged them and waved goodbye before boarding the train.

you didn’t know anyone here. you shuffled to the back of the train and tried not to make yourself stand out too much. you walked back as far as you could and found yourself in a dark section of the train with empty booths. you smiled and sat down, pulling out your book that you brought along. you were daydreaming of lena and gina when you heard footsteps. when you shifted your gaze to the doorway, you jaw almost dropped. a tall (yet skinny) pale boy stood there. he along with two beefy men didn’t pay any mind to you. you hoped they wouldn’t notice you, but you were the only one there, it was unlikely they wouldn’t. they actually all got situated and you thought you were in the clear- until someone else came in. “i saw the saint on the way in. almost puked.” a brunette girl in all black clothes joked. they all laughed. “how was everyone’s- oh?” she saw you. the three boys looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. “hello, i’ve never seen you.” she spoke softly and say in front of you. “yeah. i’m new, it’s nice to meet you.” you stuck out your hand for a handshake. “american? that’s cute. i’m pansy.” she took your hand and you smiled. “pansy, that’s a pretty name. like the flower?” she didn’t say anything. you cleared your throat awkwardly. “i’m (y/n).” she smiled as a response. “would you three stop being so rude? introduce yourselves!” she was referring to the three boys. the blonde one stood up first. “malfoy.” he said curtly. you gave him a friendly smile. he didn’t return it. “goyle. that’s crabbe. he doesn’t talk much.” crabbe gave you a smile that you gladly returned. “come sit with us.”

for the next hour or so you bonded with your three new friends. pansy did most of the talking, goyle occasionally dropping in. draco didn’t speak too much but you could tell he was listening. every time he did, however, your ears got hot and you felt warm. he was very cute, but you didn’t know him like that. “the trolly is passing. (y/n), if i gave you some galleons would you get us some snacks? anything is fine.” you nodded, but were mildly confused. what the fuck are galleons? “pansy, she’s american. she doesn’t know what galleons are.” draco said. “oh- that’s right. go with her then.” pansy suggested. you took the gold coins from pansy and stood, draco following you. “hello! anything from the trolly?” the kind old woman asked. you picked out the thinks that look the nicest, draco talking the coins from your hand and giving them to the woman. you ignored the race in your heart when his hand touched yours. “did you get that?” he asked. you nodded. “you don’t speak too much, do you.” it wasn’t really a question. as you were about to answer, you made eye contact with a boy with very round glasses. could it be harry? draco noticed this and ushered you forward. “don’t talk to him.” just wait till they found out about your last name...

the students piled into the great hall, which was huge and rather beautiful. gather headmaster, who you recognized as professor dumbledore rose and spoke a few words. then, he made eye contact with you. “let the sorting ceremony begin!” you shuffled in with all the first years feeling awkward. the upper class man gave you strange looks- they must’ve thought you were daft. finally, you heard your name. “(y/n) potter?” you heard gasps in every direction. you stepped forward and sat on the stool. then, you felt the hat on your head. your hands were sweating.“another potter, eh? same qualities as the first yes... but where to put you?” everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats. the 7 minutes that had passed felt like 10 hours. then, you heard a small voice in your head. this voice wasn’t yours. “what’ll it be then? gryffinor or slytherin?’ you blinked. ‘just put me where you think i’ll exceed.’ you don’t know how, but you felt the sorting hat smirk. “SLYTHERIN!” the hat boomed. a mixture of gasps and cheers erupted. the witch who sorted you pointed to the direction of the house decorated in green and silver- you beamed when you saw pansy. you sat next to her and she embraced you into a hug. “bloody hell, you didn’t tell me you were a potter! you don’t remember anything from that night, do you?” draco didn’t say anything. “what do you mean?” you asked. now they all just looked at you weird. “do you actually not know what happened?” draco asked. you shook your head. “(y/n)...almost a decade ago, voldemort killed your parents. you and harry survived, you’re the only two that have ever lived after getting hit with the killing curse.” hearing all of this was almost too much to handle. so you did have a family? it wasn’t a car crash? your brother is the chosen one? “how? how did no one know?” pansy looked at you with pity. “you two were separated as infants. no one knew what you looked like. besides, for some reason you don’t have the scar like he does.” pansy said while moving your hair out of your face. scar? like the one on your chest? you didn’t mention it, but you wondered if that was what she meant. “we’ll treat you all the same. don’t you fret.” pansy smiled. “thank merlin she’s not a gryffindor though.” goyle commented. everyone laughed. “what’s wrong with the gryffindors?” draco eyed the table behind you. “they’re a bunch of snobs. think they’re so much better than everyone because they’ve got potter on their side, well guess what? now so do we.” you hummed and turned around. harry was gazing at you already.

that night you found a tie, a sweater, some slytherin robes and a little slytherin flag in your dorm. if harry was a gryffinor, shouldn’t you also be? you shook your head from the thought- you’re done second guessing yourself. to take your mind off it, you pulled out your stationary and began to write to your best friends back in america. boy did you have some things to share...

officially 3 weeeks till halloween. your friends were sending you letter about how excited they were, but you were bummed. you didn’t tell them that your parents died on halloween, you knew it would kill the fun for them. you smiled at the letter and the cute picture of them attached. you pinned it to the cork board- right next to the slytherin flag. you smiled to yourself and grabbed your school bag, existing the dorms and heading into the common rooms. your friends seemed to be waiting for you. “finally! i’m starved, let’s go.” pansy linked arms with you and led you out, hiding you to the great hall. the stares you used to revive everywhere faded. it was like you were always there. “what classes do you all have today?” you questioned, biting into your bagel. “astronomy, potions, transfiguration and defense. you?” draco asked. you and draco finally became formal friends. you owed it all to the many classes you shared together and pansy’s constant pestering. “the same. i just gave potions first.” everyone dove into conversation about their school schedule, followed by how much they hated it. you laughed every now and then but your mind was somewhere else. you had harry in a few classes today. you and him haven’t talked at hall, surprisingly. you were simply too intimidated to do so. “(y/n)!” goyle was calling you. “yeah?” “i said we better get going. if your first class is potions, you don’t want to be late.” you simply nodded and headed with your group to your classes. everyone broke off to their classes as you walked around the castle, but you noticed that draco stuck with you. “i thought you had astronomy?” you only asked once he was outside your classroom. “i do.” “then why are you here?” you never really noticed how much taller draco was than you. “i just wanted to make sure you got here safe. if that not what friends do?” you cocked a brow. “you never walk me to my classes. “bloody hell, im sorry i won’t do it again!” he said quickly. you chuckled. “that’s more like it.” at that, you entered class and he walked away. there was something about him...

“pay attention mrs.granger.” you felt like rolling your eyes at your professor. he was always finding a reason to kick on the gryffindors. however when snape saw nearly everyone was struggling, he huffed and raised his hands to gain the class’s attention. “alright. split into groups of two and finish the potion. do not pair with someone from your house.” everyone shuffled around- harry was looking at you. you acted first, picking up your books and moving to harry’s desk. “hi.” you said. “hello.” he responded. you two worked silently but used teamwork. you ready him instructions while he acted out. “wow, we’re doing way better than i thought we would’ve.” you gave him a curious look. “not that i didn’t think you’d do good, i meant-“ you cut him off by laughing. “you really are my brother aren’t you?” he went quiet. “about that.” you moved your head up to look at him. “i guess we should talk about it.” he nodded in agreement. snape approached your table. “since you two like to do a lot of chatting, we’ll test your potion. snape stuck a dropper in the potion and poured it onto a round item covered in warts. slowly but surely, the warts popped away. “perhaps you’re not as incompetent as i thought.” was all he said before leaving the cauldron and dismissing you both.

you and harry spent the rest of potions and a bit of lunch sitting outside, talking about life and everything you missed out on. “so when you were thirteen- you blew up our aunt?” harry laughed harder at the memory. “harry! there you are.” hermione and ron showed up behind him. “oh- hey guys. wanna sit?” hermione gave you an uncomfortable look. “i’d love to, but i need to speak to you alone harry.” just in cue, you heard your best friends voice. “(y/n)!” you turned around and saw pansy as well as draco. “it’s fine, i have to go anyway. see you later.” you hugged your brother and you both split off. “finally talked to him?” pansy questioned. “yeah. it felt good.” she smiled as a response and the three of you settled on hanging out near the lank for the remainder of lunch. you didn’t catch it, but draco smiled at your happiness.

one week till halloween. you were more upset than happy, but harry wasn’t too effected, but he’s known the truth for 4 years. you found out last month. since it was a weekend, the hogwarts students were roaming about, chatting about their plans for the big night. your friends apologized to you, explaining that they all had detention early morning with mcgonagall. well- all but one. draco walked up to you in the common room and sat beside you. over the past month you and draco became even closer than before. you found yourself having a lot of alone time with him, learning new things about the boy every time. the more you learned a the more interested you became, and before you knew it; you were slowly falling for draco malfoy.

“hey.” you chimed. “do you want to go for a walk?” he said after a minute of silence. you noticed he wasn’t making eye contact with you. you set down your book slowly. finally he looked at you, curious why you were taking so long to answer. “are you bloody deaf? i asked if you wanted to go for a walk.” you giggled while nodding. “yes-yes, i just love hearing how sassy you get. cmon.” you left first and you could hear draco mumbling something along the lines of ‘i’m not sassy...’ under his breath. you thought he was adorable.

the two of you ended up at the lake. it became a usual hangout spot for you and your friends. you did things like talk the day away, finish homework and especially practice magic here. there was a small patch of flowers in the grass- that’s how you identified your spot. as you and draco relaxed you flicked your wand, a flower now blooming in your hand. “..you love that spell.” he said, interrupting his last sentence. you looked at him, moving your body so that you were facing him. “guess i do.” you hummed softly, leaning forward to tuck the chrysanthemum behind his ear. he looked at you like you had three heads- was he not used to kind gestures? “that looks nice next to your hair.” you commented. his confused gaze stuck. you ignored it and continued swishing your wand, anxious that you may have done something wrong. just then, draco let out a sigh. “goddamnit.” he sounded defeated. “what’s wrong?” you asked. he finally looked at you normally, but this time he looked sad. “you. this is all your fault, you know that? i’m supposed to be this cold hearted, asshole type of guy. i wasn’t going to let myself get soft for some girl, especially an american.” you had no idea where he was going with this. the more he spoke, the more nervous you got. is he saying he doesn’t want to be friends? “but you’re so kind, and smart. you care so much about your friends and those you love. how could i not like you? and you being gorgeous is just a bonus...” you could not believe what you were hearing. was he admitting to having feelings for you? the silence scared him, so you spoke up. “are you saying what i think you’re saying?” he winced. “bloody hell, i’m saying i like you, you dimwit!” so you were right. “well..i like you too, draco?” he widened his eyes and tilted his head as if to say, ‘really?’ “yes, you dimwit.” you mocked. he chuckled and pulled out his wand. “hold out your hands and close your eyes.” you did as he asked, feeling something sprout in your palms. “open.” when you did, what appeared to be a flower crown (made up from chrysanthemums) rested in your hands. you gasped from joy, lifting it up so you could get a better look at it. “i love it.” you spoke. “(y/n)...would you ever consider being my girlfriend?” you felt time stop. draco really wanted you to be his girlfriend. “yes!” you said happily. he beamed back at you, looked at the flower-clad ground and smiling even brighter. “cool.” he chuckled. “cool.” you responded.

a few days later when you finally got the chance, you ran to your dorm to write to lena and gina. they were gonna flip! just as you planted the wax seal, you heard screaming coming from outside your door. there was pansy, bursting in and hugging you. “you’re dating draco?! oh my god!” she squealed. you laughed at the excitement. “yes! it’s amazing isn’t it?” you said. “yes! oh i’m so excited, my two best friends- dating!!!” pansy smiled greatly. “i’m going to the owlery, would you-“ “DRACO! take your girlfriend to the owlery!” you shook your head at pansy, bidding her goodbye and leaving with draco.

“who are you sending this to?” draco questioned as you attached the letter to the owls leg. “my friends back in america.” you stared as the owl flew away, farther and father, until it was out of sight. suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your waist- draco was looking at you with heart eyes. “what?” you laughed. “you’re just...really gorgeous.” you blushed hard. you didn’t even notice that you were staring at draco’s lips- and he was staring back. you both leaned in closer and one of his plate hands cupped your cheek. “can i kiss you?” he whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard it. still, you nodded and he closed the gap. his lips were as soft as clouds, fitting like a missing puzzle piece with yours. you could’ve stayed like that forever; just you and him. but all good things must come to an end, right? “(y/n)?” the voice of your brother alarmed you, making you break away from draco. “potter.” draco spat. “get away from her!” harry ran to pull you away from him, standing in front of you as if draco was going to hurt you. “harry what are you doing?” you whined, moving him out of the way so now you were in between the boys. the way the two boys looked at each other- you knew there was some history you haven’t discovered. “protecting you? you don’t know what he could’ve brought you up here for!” draco looked at you; he was extremely annoyed. “harry, draco’s my boyfriend. i’m fine..” harry’s mouth hung open, eyes flickering from you to draco and back again. “potter, is there a problem?” draco asked in his usual sassy voice. “let’s see; you’re dating my sister, why would we have a problem malfoy?” shit.

harry stormed away out of rage. the walk back to the common rooms was silent. your head was too full to talk. you had just reconnected with harry, were you going to ruin it all just by being with draco? you really likes the blonde, but was he worth ruining your new founded family? “what are you thinking about?” he spoke finally. you snapped out of your gaze, shaking your head. “nothing.” “no, i know you’re thinking. you get all quiet when you think.” he knew you well, which made you feel a little better. “i think harry’s mad at me. i just met him and he already hates me.” draco cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. “listen to me- he does not hate you. you’re his sister, his only family. he couldn’t hate you.” you smiled in his hands. you told him you’d meet him back in the common room later. you had to find harry.

you walked around the castle for what felt like an hour, finally finding him in an empty classroom on the third floor. you entered silently. he was sitting on a desk with his back facing you. “hi.” you choked out. harry turned around and said nothing when he saw you. you took it upon yourself to sit next to him. “harry-“ “do you like him? like, actually like him?” you thought about it for a moment. you considered lying, maybe that’ll make him hate you less. but you knew he’d eventually find out and it’s only make things worse. “yeah. i do.” harry put his face in his hands. “not only are you a slytherin but you’re dating my sworn enemy.” he shook his head and laughed while saying it. “hey!” you said while playfully shoving him. the laughter died and you sat in sad silence again. “i don’t me being with draco to mess up our relationship.” harry but his lip in thought. “is there anything i could do to make it up to you?” you pleaded. an idea popped into your head. you pulled out your wand and swished it- a flower wreath following. “chrysanthemums?” harry asked, taking the wreath into his hands. you smiled. “yeah.” he put the wreath on his head as a joke, but it brushed some of his hair out of his forehead on the way. “i meant to ask you about the scar.” “what about it?” he said. you moves your shirt down, exposing the lightning bolt scar on your chest. “blimey.” he looked very shocked. “i don’t really know what this means.” you whispered. harry shook his head, implying he didn’t either. “are we alright then?” harry fidgeted with the wreath. it dawned upon him that no- he couldn’t stay mad at you. you’re the only family he has left. “i guess.”

over the next week you magras to patch things up with harry and draco well enough to celebrate halloween in peace. the feast was ravishing. you ate so many sweets that you couldn’t imagine having back in america. as per usual you sat with the slytherins- but something was telling you u that you should be with harry. so without a second though you turned to draco, “what do you think of eating with harry?” he almost spit out his pumpkin juice. “you brother hates me (y/n), you know that.” he knew you were going to get your way, but he was trying to convince you not to. your mind was made up. “he’ll have to deal with it.” let’s just say gryffindor wasn’t too fond of having slytherins at their table.

being draco’s girlfriend was a blessing. he showered you with gifts, affection, appreciation. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. there was never a time where you doubted his feelings for you. now was one of them. you two were in his dorm, listening to the soft, low music coming from his record player. you were both just gazing at the ceiling while wrapped in each other’s arms. it’s not that you didn’t love lazy days with draco- you certainly did. you just really wanted to do something right now. “draco?” you finally said. “hmm?” you loved when he responded with a hum. you couldn’t explain why, but it made you go all fuzzy inside. “i wanna do something fun,” you flipped over so you were hovering above him now. he scrunched his brows. “like what?” you thought about it. what could two, 15 year olds do at one in the morning? “wanna sneak into the kitchens?” he burst out in laughter. you wanted to ask him what was so funny, but with a smile like that? you had to laugh with him. “alright- alright. let’s go.” so that’s how you two ended up there, pajamas and all. everything would’ve gone fine if draco would’ve just worn shoes. “bloody hell!” he screamed, dropping all the snacks. draco stubbed his toe on a nearby cart, and of course he had to be dramatic about it. “draco hush!-“ but it was too late. the lights turned on and the house elves caught you, immediately reporting to filch.

you never wished draco wasn’t such a diva more than right now. your saturday was being stolen by detention. even though you were with him, the detention was being watched by snape and you weren’t risking it again. you checked the clock; still two hours? god, you were gonna be here forever if something didn’t happen- “professor!” it was dolores umbridge, dressed in all pink, stumbling through the door. “yes, professor?” snape sneered. she straightened herself up and spoke in her high voice, “there are difficulties with some gryffindor student i could use some assistance with.” she said. “is there anyone else you can ask? i’m preoccupied at the moment..” she giggled. “yes, but i’m sure these students will listen to you.” umbridge looked at you and draco, obviously noticing the green color on your robes. “besides. i’m sure they’ve learned their lesson- haven’t you, children?” you both nodded frantically. “you’re dismissed.” you and draco shot up, not asking any questions and only daring to speak once they were both out of ear shot. “you’re an idiot, you know that?” you told him, playfully (but not really) shoving him to the side. he took your hand and put it in his, smirking to himself more than at you. “‘m your idiot.” rolled your eyes at the blonde. he really was.

before you knew it, the school year was passing by. you and harry were going to america along with some other friends to visit your home. ron was a nervous reck on the plane, not understanding why muggles put themselves through this torture. finally the four of you landed, slowly but surely making it through security and such. that’s when you spotted your two best friends- from miles away, at that. you ran towards them at full speed, almost toppling then over when you embraced them. “i missed you so much!” lena shouted. “i missed you too! god i have so many stories- oh! i need to introduce you to some people!” you face palmed, completely forgetting about your guests. “this-“ you grabbed harry’s arm and shoved him in front of you. “-is harry.” your friends gave you the exact same look; ‘is he..?’ you nodded. “erm- pleasure to meet you. i’m her brother.” both their eyes went wide, and they both hopped on him. “anna is going to go crazy! two potters- wow! she’s already had enough with toria let me tell you-“ “gina!” you scolded. she just laughed. “ah yes, this is ron, he hated me when i first met him.” ron threw his arms up. “you’re a slytherin, what’d you expect?” you hit him in the head as a response. you also ignored how lena ogled ron. then, you felt your boyfriends long arm snake around your waste and press a chaste kiss to your head. “it’s not as bad as i thought it’d be here.” he commented. “and this my dear friends; is draco. my boyfriend.” draco smiled kindly and held out his hand. they both shook it. harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. then you saw her. “anna!” you’ve done a lot of screaming today, you noticed. harry showed up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. “who’s that?”

harry almost cried when he found out he had a guardian. he had told you about sirius, but he sadly passed away. it’s like he was getting a second chance. anna took you all home in her van (ron getting even more nervous now). right now, all of you sat in anna’s back yard. “did you learn anything cool over there? new spells?” gina inquired. you smirked, pulling out your wand and preforming the spell you’ve mastered this school year.

“chrysanthemums?”

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The Visitor~ Part 5 (SMUT TIME!)

[Warning: The following is NSFW, 18+ including, smut, blood/gore, possibly triggering situation. Please read with viewer discretion.]

Part 5~

“... Home Is With You”~

Just before the clock chimes at quarter til, frazzled and sweating, Rhemi unlocks the door to the shop and lifts the protection spell, barreling in like a cyclone.

Expecting her to do as such, Asra comes out of the next room where he was reading a book and greets his friend. Lazily, he leans into the doorframe shaking his head with a delightful chuckle. “Keeping it kinda close are we?” He teases, pointing his chin to the coo-coo clock.

“Yeah yeah yeah—” She replied with a grin, rolling her eyes, pulling up her sleeves, and throwing her hair up into a loose bun on the top of her head.

Hastily, she gets to work on the finishing touches of the potion for Mrs. Edilen, the very sweet elderly woman who helped run the newly built orphanage.

With just a mere minute to spare, the front door opens. Right on time as always. In comes Mrs. Edilen is dressed in a pastel blue and brown , but unexpectedly she isn’t alone. She comes in with her hands looped around a familiar muscular large arm. Seeing who it belonged to make the apprentice’s heart flutter--Of course it was Muriel’s. “... Thank you, my dear boy. You’re always so kind. I don’t know what I did without you and Rhemi around.”

“.... You’re welcome, Mrs. Edilen.” He mumbles with a bright red blush staining his cheeks, unable to tolerate her compliment. He’s gotten so much better at accepting compliments, but he’s still always so bashful when he does. It’s just too cute.

“Well hello there, Mrs. Edilen! I see you pick up another handsome man on your walk here~” Asra greets laying over the counter lazily.

“Oh why, yes! I have!” She plays along with a cute grin. “...‘Fraid he’s not even half my age—But if I was thirty years younger!” With a wink, she playfully nudges Muriel gently in his side.

“M-M-Mrs. Edilen!” Muriel adorably grumbles, embarrassed yet strangely flattered.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Edilen!” Rhemi sings, pouring the potion into the glass vial so she can seal it with a cork.

The old woman pats the top of Muriel's forearm, continuing to shower him with compliments. “You’re quite a catch, dearie! And so is she—” As Rhemi comes closer, she unloops her arm and hugs the apprentice gently. “Hello dear, you are looking radiant and beautiful as always.”

“Awww. So are you! You’re going to make Muriel and I have fat heads with all this flattery, Mrs. Edilen.”

“Zachary, Lilian and little Nathan said they saw you today at the fountain with a man in a fancy cape. They said that it was your father from another country! Is that true??”

An unwanted wave of dread washes over the apprentice with the mention of her father, but she quickly stifles her bad feelings and smiles even more, half faking it. “Y-... Yes! We met yesterday by rather strange circumstances—but we’re now getting to know each other. I showed him around Vesuvia today.”

Touched, the old woman presses her right palm to her chest. “Ohhhh! Well isn’t that just lovely! I am so happy that you have been reunited with your father. It breaks my heart that most of the children at the orphanage will never know their real parents... But I just hope one day they will have a family of their own.”

“Thank you.” Rhemi mutters before handing her the vial. “—Here ya go! Freshly made ‘Rhemi’s radical rheumatism remedy potion’!”

“Ohhhh. Thank you dear.” She gratefully says handing the few coins.

Rhemi never liked to charge the woman more than what it costs for ingredients. It’s not like the orphanage made very much, yet the woman did everything she could for those kids. It seemed like the least Rhemi could do for her.

Glancing up to the cuckoo-clock Mrs. Edilan makes an adorable little startled sound. “OH! Look at the time! Look at the time! The children will be expecting me for supper soon. Well, I won’t keep you all waiting. Good night, my dearies.”

“W- wait!.... I’ll walk you home…. Getting dark out.” Muriel offers glaring to the outside the near widow with heavy suspicion.

The woman shakes her head slightly giving him a pointed look. “And take you away from this lovely little thing?” She says gesturing to his fiancée. “Oh no!-- No. No. Noooooo! I’ll be just fine, thank you! I’m old but I’m tougher than I look!” She says with a wink flexing her right bicep, bat-winged and slightly shaky from old age.

Muriel can’t help but drop his head a bit and smile at her humorous self, but he seems persistent. “I… I know you are, Mrs. Edilan. But three men were murdered a few blocks away and were much younger and stronger than you, and the culprit has yet to be caught… Could be dangerous walking alone...”

Rhemi, Asra, and Mrs. Edilan all stand there for a little while taking in what Muriel just announced. It is all rather shocking news to them, there hasn’t been a lot of violence since the siege against Lucio and his army last year, let alone murders.

Worry in the poor woman’s brown eyes she half covers her mouth with her hand still quite shocked. “Ohhh… Oh my! Well… I haven't heard about that…”

“People at the market told me about it…” He adds.

Asra takes his hat, vest and bag with faust wrapped warmly under his clothes. “Here Mrs. Edilan, I’m headed that way to meet someone. Why don’t you join me? We’ll protect each other.” He laughs at the last part with his cute mischievous fox-like grin.

A warm smile sprouts on the old woman’s face showing all her wrinkles in her cheeks, but makes her look just as sweet and kind. “Oh you all are such kind souls… Well... I suppose since you’re headed that way, I’d love to.” She then turns and apologetically pats Muriel’s arm. “Sorry, Muri. Looks like I’ve got another hot date.”

Shoulders shaking from holding in his laughter, Muriel attempts to hide his smile and nods his head. “I see that.”

“No hard feelin’s right?”

He laughs through his nose softly. “Not at all.”

“Hey, Asra. Ya headed to the Rowdy Raven tonight?” Rhemi quickly interjects.

“You know it~” Asra says with a ginger toothy smile, obviously happy to have some fun plans tonight as he walks to the front door.

Just before the two leave out the door, Rhemi quickly calls out, “A-Asra??”

They both stop in their tracks and look at her, perplexed at the tone of almost urgency in her voice.

Unable to make eye contact with her friend, her father’s rude words suddenly swimming around her head, she glances to the ground remorsefully. “W-.... When you see Ilya….. please tell him I’m so sorry.”

All three of them look at her oddly, Asra flutters his white eyelashes and tilts his head. “W-Why? Did you two get into another disagreement?”

She sheepishly rubs her arm glancing at the mess on the glass countertop not very sure if she should talk about that. “No… not-.... not exactly… but he’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.” She walks over with a small bag of gold coins from her pocket and places it into Asra’s hand. “Tell ‘em. His drinks are on me tonight.”

Staring at the coin bag in his hand, Asra wants to ask so badly what happened today, but knowing Ilya, I’ll soon find out. Now is not the time anyways with Mrs. Edlian here. “O-oh…. well.. alright then. Goodnight you two.” He finally waves while heading out the door placing his hat on his head.

“Night, see you tomorrow.” Rhemi says with a soft grin.

As soon as they both leave, Rhemi locks it from the inside and places the locking spell on the door. And places her back to the door with a heavy sigh.

“.... Something wrong?” Muriel asks with a concerned look standing a few feet away. “Something happened today?... —Something bad?” His eyes widen while slight panic rings in his voice as his thoughts race. He still didn’t trust Martin, something in his gut told him that something bad was going to happen today, and every possible negative scenario runs through his head.

With his heartfelt moan, Rhemi shuffles over to the messy countertop so she can start to clean it. However the sight of it just makes her tired, so she decides to just push it all over to one side and deal with it later.

“.... I…. Well… let’s just say… it didn’t go the way I thought it would have.” She mumbles melting her upper body on the glass countertop, the long day finally taking its toll on her. Emotionally and physically, she’s exhausted, and the day isn’t even over yet.

So much has happened today. Learning about Phara… About her and her mother being abducted from their own home… About how her father wanted her and Muriel to move to Charlès—About how her father was apparently a homophobic—Oh geez. I almost forgot about that part. She whines to herself.

The last thing she wanted to tell Muriel was about that part—especially knowing his own sexuality… Now that she thought about it, all her friends and even her fiancé are queer. She was the different one out of the bunch. And she wasn’t even sure about that completely, its not like she had much experience, nor did she remember her sex life before she died. Not to mention that her fiancè was close to tossing him out yesterday. No—telling Muriel will only make him dislike the man even more, and that isn’t what she wanted.

Muriel slunks his tall body over to the counter and pushes his fiancée’s long bangs out of her face and she looks up at him with one eye. Tenderly, he leans down and places a few featherlight kisses on her temple and she feels her heart flutter for a peaceful moment. Carefully he then leans over the counter with her on the opposite side. “What happened?” He asks just over a whisper.

With a long inhale, Rhemi picks up her head to look at her lover. Muriel reaches over and holds her hand in his and they interlace their digits together like they always did.

“.... A.. A lot happened today,” she continued. “…. Some good… Some… not…. so good… My father doesn’t like Vesuvia for some reason… But the most important thing—”

“....Yes?”

“.... I….. I learned about Phara today…. The person he was asking about yesterday…. and why we haven’t seen each other in such a long time….”

“...Oh?”

“Apparently… Mum and I were…… were kidnapped.” She somehow gets out, her gaze fixed on the floorboards.

“O-...Oh?.... Hmmm…. That’s…. ah…. ” He awkwardly trails off, unsure what to say. Knowing how he felt when Khamgalai told him about his parents, it’s a lot for a person to process. He could only imagine what it was like being alone when she learned this. He scratches his head and bends his neck towards the other side of the shop. “....Wanna go sit on the couch?...Talk about it there?”

Rhemi silently nods and he takes her hand leading her to the velvet couch. He sits down and she sits next to him then lays her head on his chest. Gently he places his chin on the top of her head and they snuggle up tightly, enjoying their company for a moment.

“I miss you today.” He says softly, giving her a loving squeeze with his arm.

“I missed you too.” She sighs feeling somewhat relieved being in Muriel’s embrace. It always felt better with him there.

Finally, after a few moments of recharging herself, she starts the story about her day.

She goes on how Phara, her ex-magic tutor abducted her and her mother many years ago. How she was an evil witch who practiced dark magics and even taught evil things to poor young and vulnerable Rhemi who didn’t know any better at the time. How the witch nearly killed her father was burned so badly that left a terrible scar all up his right arm.

“Do… Do you know where she went?” Muriel asks rather shocked about all of this. “Is she still a threat to us?”

“... No…I don’t.” She mumbles almost frustratedly. “... I don’t remember this woman at all!... Her name doesn’t feel familiar to me either, let alone if she’d come back one day.”

Stumped at finding words, Muriel looks at his lover’s saddened expression, knowing what she was thinking. With his left hand he holds her chin, turning it towards him to meet her eyes. “Hey ...... Just because she was bad, doesn’t mean you are, Rhemi. You’re the best person I know.” His words were kind and genuine, but they gave little comfort to her.

With an unconconviced huff, she pulls away, averting her eyes. “I… I don’t know about that…” All she could think about was this morning and her work with the blood magic. She never mentioned it to Asra either because she had a feeling like he wouldn’t approve of her experimenting with ‘self mutilating’ spells. Now this all feels so dirty. Is that why she feels like she has to lie all the time? Especially when it came to her feelings?

“What do you mean?” He asks, sounding so sad while furrowing his brow.

“I-.... Just…” She stutters then her words turn into unintelligible mumbles. Fumbling for an explanation, her shoulders dropped already over this topic. This just isn’t the time to process this. She thinks to herself. “Nothing, Love… just forget I said anything.”

Tempted to prying further, he opens his mouth, but seeing this tired expression, she clearly doesn’t want to talk about that anymore. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel probed, make her shut down. For now he closes his mouth, slightly nodding his head to himself.

A silence takes over as they both sit there on the couch hearing the seconds on the clock tick by. Finally, Muriel moves on. “....So…. ah…. What happened at tea?”

A large scoff escapes her lips as she dramatically drops her head thinking about this dreadful afternoon.

“Ugghhhh!—Good god... This afternoooooooonnn!…” She whines, now pulling on her face, making it long and funny looking before letting go. “.... My father was a bit…. abrasive... Especially to Julian… He kinda said something offensive to him.”

“Someone offended Ilya? Our Ilya??.... Well….. that’s new. Usually it’s the other way around. At least with you anyways.” Muriel chuckles a little trying to lighten the mood, making Rhemi crack a small grin. “... So… What’d he say to him?”

A bead of sweat formed on her brow as he asks that. She doesn’t want to lie, but she doesn’t want to tell him the truth either. “I… I dunno if I should say.”

“—It was either racist or homophobic.” He says rather blankly, casually scratching the scruff on his neck.

Surprised, she feels a little hot in her face and she flutters her eyelashes. “How-... how’d you know?”

He snorts with a sharp shrug as he stretches his long arms, cracking in his shoulder and neck a little. “Had a feelin’… He’s oozing with closed mindedness, toxic masculinity, bigotry…” He looks as if he’s going to go on and on, but seeing her distraught expression, he suddenly stops and clears his throat before quietly mumbling under his breath, “... Ya get the idea…”

“Well…” She says with a fake grin, lightly smacking his thigh before standing up and heading back over to the counter. “I’ll let your imagination answer that one for you then....”

As soon as she reaches the counter to start cleaning her mess, he gives her a pointed look. Just staring, waiting for her to crack. Yet, she doesn’t budge, cleaning up the used ingredients, purposely not looking at him.

Shaking his head slightly he snorts, “..... You really aren't gonna tell me, are you?”

Finally, she meets his eyes, pressing her lips together hard and shaking her head too. “.... No…. Sorry. Maybe later.”

The mountain man grumbles, obviously wanting to know, burning a hole through her face.

Realizing that she wasn’t going to get away with ending it like that, Rhemi huffs, and she pauses her cleaning for a moment with a large exhale through her nose. “.... Let’s just say... It wasn’t very nice of him to say. But it wasn’t the worst thing either… I-... I guess—Look! The most important thing is that I took my father aside immediately and I told him not to talk to my friends like that again.”

“.... Okay.” Muriel says with an unsatisfied shrug. “Kinda vague. But okay.”

The unsurprised expression on his face about her father being so rude somehow makes her heart sink and quickly she just goes on the defensive. “Bu-But Charlès is apparently a very conservative country. He…. He’s just a product of his surroundings! It doesn’t make him a bad person or anything!... I-I’m sure my father just needs some time to-…. to get to know everyone. Once he knows how awesome all of you are, and how amazing the wedding will be, he’ll apologize! I really think I can change his mind...”

The hermit’s expression melts into more of a remorseful one as after she utters that. Sometimes she could be so naive, she at least selfware of that about herself, but this takes the cake. But worst of all, he knows that she’s wiser than that.

“N-..... Not everyone is able to change Rem. Sometimes… People don’t want to.” He softly mutters.

“Well, I-….. I know I can change his mind.” She remarks with such a bullheaded tone and flaring her nostrils as she scrubbs the glass with a potion to make the glass sparkle and shine.

Poor Muriel didn’t know how to follow up with that. When Rhemi made up her mind about things like this, there was no coming back from it. At least for the time being. Best to let it go for now. He thinks to himself and shutting his mouth and grumbles to himself.

With the front counter now nice, shiny, and sparkling clean, Rhemi stands there, admiring her work. And the two of them then remain silent for about a minute, Muriel fiddles with a green shirt, while Rhemi plays with a piece of her hair. The softness of the ends always makes her soothe her when her mind is troubling her. She knows all too well that she needs to mention what her father requested before the day is over. This was going to be the hardest thing to discuss. Martin will be expecting an answer by tomorrow.

Clearing her throat to break the silence, Rhemi grabs Muriel’s attention once again and he looks up at her dainty face. “Also…. Before I left to come here…. My father asked me something….”

“What’s that?” Muriel asks, happy that she broke the deafening awkward silence.

“He…. He asked if we’d…. move to Charlès with him…. So we can be closer to him… Be a family again.”

“T-To- ….To Charlès?! ..... To stuck-up city central??” Muriel raises an eyebrow, then slowly sputters into a little laughter, folding his arms and pressing his back to the couch. “Funny…” Surely, she wasn’t being serious. Right?

Rhemi’s glances over to Muriel without the faintest smile, completely serious, conflicted even. His amused smile drops into an almost disgusted sneer as his eyes widen feeling his heart drop.

“You're joking… right?” He mumbles. “..... Please tell me you are.”

“Afraid not….” She mumbles back, tossing the rag that she was using to clean the counter to the back room to wash it later.

This can’t be happening. He thinks to himself. The first answer that comes to his mind is, ‘Hell FUCKIN’ no!’. Part of him really wants to shout that on the top of his lungs. But it’s hard to yell or get mad when she has such a sad pouty look on her face.

With a large exhale, he scratches his neck pondering hard, he finally utters. “Well..... what do you want to do?.... Do you want to go?”

Rhemi sighs heavily, plopping upper body onto the glass counter. This is going to be such a tough conversation, probably the toughest one they’ve had yet. God only knows how much the man hates change. “I…. I dunno. It didn't occur to me what would happen after all of this…. Until yesterday, all I was worried about was the wedding… But now?.....I-…. I just don’t know.”

“.... Do you even remember that place?”

“No… not really.” She huffs.

“Hmpf.....” He quietly grumbles as he scowls, staring at the opposite wall. “... Una and Gilbert didn’t ask us to stay with them in the south—”

“—Una and Gilbert aren’t your parents, Mur.” Rhemi snaps without thinking and her brow furrows. How did I know he wasn’t going to be happy about this…. She ponders to herself feeling so stressed.

Muriel glances back at with a bit of pain in his eyes, making her regret her words. Perhaps she shouldn’t have said it like that. “Sorry...” She mumbles.

“.... Still… I think that’s a lot to ask when you barely know this guy… We just met him yesterday.”

“I…. I know….” Unbeknownst to her, her face grows even sadder looking, and Muriel can’t help but soften his gaze.

Perhaps what she said was a bit harsh, but it is true. Una and Gilbert aren’t his parents. However, Martin is her father, and seems to be the only biological kin she has left. But to ask for them to relocate hundreds of miles away across the sea? It all seems ridiculous. But…. Now that he thinks about it, if Muriel’s family in the south did ask for them to stay, Rhemi would have gone along with it without question. She always strives for his happiness, even if it means moving into a forieign culture and living as a nomad. Muriel wanted to see her happy too. She deserves it…

Obviously this is very sudden for the poor girl too, it’s a lot to process and being inflexible and stubborn really won’t help at all with the stress she’s under. Might even make her resent him if he doesn’t even slightly consider it. The timing couldn't be any worse for all of this to come about. But that’s life apparently, riddled with constant inconveniences and irritations.

Stepping out of his comfort zone is one thing, but a new bustling city filled with homophobes across the Salty Sea is another. He just got back to normal society just a year ago, and this city was small compared to the capital there. At least people here are for the most part respectful to the tall mountain man. Who knows what kind of treatment he’ll get in Charlès… This is all just so frightening…

Muriel glances back up at his bride, seeing her pretty face as she pounders about this conviction herself, looking so torn and unsure. The unknown might be terrifying, and slightly unbearable for Muriel…. But in the end, Rhemi was always worth it. He could imagine his life without her, neither did he care to think about it.

Maybe the asshole wouldn’t be so bad once he’s back home in his normal surroundings. He uncharacteristically thinks to himself (optimism has finally rubbed off on him). That was her home… Perhaps she misses it there more than he’s letting on….. I don’t want to be selfish…

The hermit huffs standing to his feet slowly trundling over to where she’s standing. He takes both her hands in his staring down at them, lovingly stroking them with his thumbs. “B-But…. if you wanted to go... I’ll come with you no matter what… I want to see you happy… EvenifthatmeansmovingtoSnobfuckin’City.” He quickly mutters that last part.

Picking up her slumped body off of the countertop she looks into Muriel’s green eyes and he gazes back. She could tell what he said was genuine and from his heart, and a soft love drunk smile overtook her face.

He shrugs with a gripe looking expression. “.... Might not like it, but… I want you to be happy…. Home is with you…. And I love you.” He adds with a cute, but smugiush grin.

She quickly runs around the counter and leaps into his arms, and wraps her arms around Muriel’s neck peppering him with kisses on his stubbled cheek. After she’s had her fill, she rests her forehead against his with a goofy smile.

“Thank you, Muriel.” Rhemi mutters. As Muriel sets her feet back down to the floor, his hands now resting on her small waist, her hands on his abdominal muscles; her expression so relieved, yet still, she’s still unsure. “It means so much for you to say that. It really does…. But I just don’t know if I want to go. I mean…. Will we even be happy there?... I know nothing about that place anymore! What if we move there and it’s terrible? What if Inanna can’t be with us? What if there isn’t any forest around to get away from everything?...”

Pausing for a moment to ponder on, she takes this time to adjust his shirt, using her hand to flatten the wrinkles she created. “... Vesuvia is all I really know. It’s my home… Our home. We grew up here. Our friends are here. I… I don’t think I want to settle somewhere else.” Muriel takes his right hand on her jawline, stroking it sweetly with his thumb as he continues to listen.

She places her hand on top of his and words start to flow out of her mouth freely like a river, no hesitation or conflict at all. “Muri. I want to start our family here….. I… I want us to raise our children here. I want them to be free to learn whatever interests them and be whoever they want to be. I don’t want to leave the home we made in the woods nor the shop. And worst of all, we’d be even further from your family in the Steppe! Our children wouldn't have any exposure to their heritage! That wouldn't be fair at all!”

Finally, Rhemi pulls away, an endearing determined and confident expression now on her face. The answer is clear as day to her now. Holding both of his hands in hers and glances up to meet his green gaze. “... Ya know what? I’ve made up my mind… I’m happy you’re willing to change things just for my sake. But I don’t want to go either…. My father just has to understand that we just belong in Vesuvia. Perhaps instead, we can just visit Charlès every so often.”

Relieved at her decision, Muriel lets the tension in his body unwind, overjoyed to know that they are on the same page about it. “We can do that.” He says with a cute grin.

“E-.... Even if you don’t like him?” She says a little quieter, guiding his hands to wrap around her waist again, her eyes reminiscent of a puppy’s.

With a snort he slowly leans down matching her volume and squeezes her body affectionately. “..... Even if I don’t like him.”

“Even if you hate Charlès?” She mutters just above a whisper, now standing on her tippy toes inching closer and closer to his lips again, her fingers grazing his bottom lip.

“Even if I hate that place.” He replies sweetly back, starting to melt into her touch.

She smiles cutely and kisses his cheek. “I love you, Muri.”

“I love you too… But I’m never gonna call you Rhemielia. Even if it’s your ‘real’ name.”

“Okay. What are you gonna call me then?” She asks with a flirtatious laugh.

He matches her smiles, showing his teeth sweetly and runs his fingers through her hair. “Well... Was hoping, ‘my wife’ in less than two weeks.” He chuckles, but as soon as he utters that he stiffens and red stains across his cheek and smacks his forehead with his other hand. “—I blame you for this! Your awful corny humor is rubbing off on me…” He says so incredibly embarrassed, but Rhemi smiles wide and stupidly, loving his embarrassed face.

“Alright, that did it—”

Rhemi pushes Muriel to the velvet couch and he plops to a seat. “D-...Did what?”

“... Made me want to give you your dessert before dinner~” She says as she drops to her knees in front of him.

Muriel makes a shaky, yet lustful exhale feeling an erection blossoming as she rubs his large legs. Sluggishly making her way up to undo his belt buckles and her offers no hesitation as she pulls down his trousers. The saliva pools behind her teeth as his large cock sprouts out, eager to taste him.

“And what about your dessert—ahhhh, fuckkk~” He grunts at the end of his sentence just as Rhemi licks the shaft of his large hard member.

“Tee-hee~ You don’t think this is a treat for me? Mmmmm~”

“Rem, R-Rem…” He whispers, running his fingers through her burgundy hair as she teases the tip with her tongue. “Wha—…. what if Asra comes back?”

She smiles and flicks her wrist to the door, laying her head on his thigh, slowly stroking his fat cock with her other hand. “There. I added another spell, and I think he’ll get the message.” She reassures him as she continues to go back to work on kissing, licking and sucking his fat cock. Slowly, he begins to relax more and more and takes off his green long sleeved shirt, feeling a bit warm despite this cool afternoon. The hermit now practically melted into the velvet couch, sluggishly thrusting his hips with each stroke.

Glancing into his mossy green eyes, Rhemi reveles in his vulnerable horny expression. “You’re so cute when you make that face, Muri.” She utters breathily.

She can feel him shutter as the skin on his face turns to a dark red, showing that classic Muriel embarrassed expression that she also loved. “.....S-Stop being so hot!” He grumbles trying to sound grumpy as he stares right into her crimson eyes as she continues to lick his fat cock as if it were a piece of tangy tasting hard candy.

She stops for a moment and giggles with a devilishly mischievous grin and teases his testicles. “Why? Does it make you wanna cum even more?~.”

Cocking his head back and closing his eyes, he almost grits through his teeth as his pelvis thrusts from pleasure. “Fuuuuuck, Rem! Damn… Why do you gotta say that??”

“Tee-hee~ Cause it turns you on. And makes your dick harder.” She mutters before licking the very tip of his cock in small circles making him groan even more.

As Rhemi takes him into her mouth again, enjoying the salty taste of his precum as she sucks him off making cute little moans, enjoying every moment pleasuring him. Muriel’s breathing starts to become shallower and shallower as he becomes infused with the velvet couch, trying his best to stifle the moans and groans seeping out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a very lewd and interesting idea pops into Rhemi’s mind as her mind somehow wanders into the book she was reading recently (The Magic of Kama Sutra and Other Passionate Ways to Love. A book from Nopal). It was apparently rather common practice, and it seemed to have been very enjoyable for the man.

“I think I have an idea…. Can I try it out?” She whispers looking up so adorably with her large crimson eyes.

Muriel bits his lower lip and silently nods his head in agreement and Rhemi smiles, wiggling her hips like she does when she gets excited. Slowly she unbuttons her shirt, keeping her corset belt on, showcasing her plump naked breasts. The way they make them pop out is amazing and Muriel can’t believe his eyes right now. Every time she takes off her top, it’s like looking at her for the first time. His body is shaky, breathless, face hot and heart beating. Blowing hot air out his mouth, unable to control his staring as she caresses his heavy legs and starts to kiss and lightly nibble his inner thighs.

“Th- th- that is not fair!” He whimpers.

A hard but hot groan creeps out of his mouth, contrary to what he says, he always loves it when she kisses him there.

She starts to stroke him with her right hand and lifts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Since when do either of us play fair?” Lubing up his cock by licking his large shaft from bottom up to the very tip, Rhemi sluggishly pulls away, and keeps her tongue sticking out her tongue, letting hermit see the saliva oozing out of her mouth. He can’t help but shiver at the sight, making his dick twitch and his brow beads with sweat.

“God...damn—..... You’re so beautiful.” He says so sweetly as his fingers lace through her soft brownish red hair.

“Tell me if this feels good, ok?” She whispers sensually, tucking her hair behind her ear so it doesn’t get in the way. Nesting his cock in between her large breasts, she presses them together with both of her hands and starts to move her torso as she sucks on the very tip.

“This—This… is….. Really…. different…” He struggles to get out, unable to think straight, face burning hot.

“Do…. you not like it?” She asks while coming up for air, pausing for a moment to ensure he was happy.

A hard snort rolls out of his mouth and he slowly shakes his head. “D-.... Didn’t say that….” He mutters with a cute sexy chuckle, his hips twitching and moving on their own, seemingly enjoying watching as his member moves between her tits.

“Good~” She whispers back with a smirk, going straight back to business, pressing her boobs together around his cock and stuffing the tip in her mouth.

The more she continued, the more difficult it was to keep his mind straight. Only able to keep his thoughts on the marvelous sensation in between his legs. Her little muffled moans make it harder and harder to keep himself from exploding. Then, on the verge of it all, Rhemi gives him a sweet glance upwards and their eyes meet; her expression so lewd, yet so loving and sweet. Suddenly, Muriel throws back his head, shutting his eyes tightly and a loud hot groan emanates from his lungs and his fingers dig into the velvet cushions of the couch and warm liquid erupts like a volcano everywhere.

What. A. Fucking. Mess.

The thick white goop is everywhere. In her hair, all over her chest and hands, on her face and even dripping down her lips. Both of them were a little surprised at the messy result.

A look of horror suddenly strikes poor Muriel’s face, every visible inch of his flesh is red and hot with embarrassment. “Ah shit! I-... I’m sor--”

Rhemi silences his unneeded apology as she takes her finger and licks up the cum off of it giving him a lustful expression. “Well…. Someone really enjoyed his dessert~” She mutters sweetly rather enjoying herself.

Absolutely dumbfounded, the poor man just stares at her lost for words, but now his face is red for a different reason entirely.

Muriel comes back rather quickly with a towel and sheepishly hands it to her, not very sure how he feels about the mess he made. But as Rhemi wipes the cum off her tits, she smiles looking rather pleased with herself, and somehow it makes his desire for her all over again.

“Sooo. Whatcha thinkin’ for dinner?” Rhemi asks, getting the last of the cum off her face, slightly changing her tune.

Silent, Muriel comes from behind and crouches down to her level wrapping his arms tenderly around her waist. Tenderly, he starts to pepper her neck with passionate kisses, slowly caressing her breasts and feeling her warm skin.

“That isn’t an answer!” She teases, but she leans into his touch and giggles cutely.

“... You sound pretty good right now…” He sweetly whispers in her ear, then nibbles on her shoulder and reaches for her folds through her pants.

Before she could think of something to say, a deeply sensual moan escaped her lips and her legs grew weak. The feeling of his teeth lightly her flesh and his fingers rubbing in between her thighs makes her mind go completely blank. All she could think about was how much she loved his gentle touch and the way he groans makes her go crazy with lust. He then starts to unfasten her pants.

“What are you doin’?~” She mumbles, rearing her to look at him, biting her lower lip and running her fingers through his dark hair. Catching that sexy primal look in his eyes when he wants to fuck her.

Without another word, he scoops her up, placing her backwards on the couch, sitting on her knees and hands naturally holding the back of it. He pulls down the back of her pants, he starts to kiss her shoulders, her spine and works his way down all the way to her hips. She feels him pull down his trousers, exposing his erect member yet again.

Not the slightest hint of hesitation, she arches her back feeling herself becoming hot and wet, opening her legs to invite him in. He takes a moment and exhales a hot air as he marvels at her beauty, caressing her body with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. He then licks his right middle and ring figure, lubing her pussy, rubbing her folds and fucking her with his finger. His warm digits send little electric shocks waves from her clit as he pulls in and out of her now soaking entrance. Her body now feeling light and aroused, her breathing more shallow, sexy, and airy, she turns around her upper body with a begging expression on her face. “F-Fuck, Muri…” She mutters.

Unable to withhold himself a moment longer, Muriel lines himself up with Rhemi’s hips and slowly enters her tight pussy with his knee resting on the couch, both hands gripping her ass. The two now start to get into a rhythm, thrusting their hips faster and harder and enjoying pleasurable sensations and wet fleshly sounds.

Feeling him go deeper and harder, their grunt and moans start to increase as well. Rhemi’s hand braces the top of the couch, while the other reaches round to hold his wrist wanting to hold him closer. Muriel then takes his arm and wraps it around her neck holding her to his chest, carefully bracing her so he doesn’t choke her, just restraining her.

A startled grunt and her stiff body pulls him back to his senses and he Afraid that he might be too aggressive with her. “....This ok?” He whispers.

But to his surprise, she holds her hands on his forearm, putting it back to where it was and she thrusts her hips down onto his cock even more. Loving this new position, she softly says. “D-... Don’t stop!.... I like it when you hold me.”

Allowing himself to get swept up in the moment yet again, he holds her jawline turning towards him and kisses her hard, their tongues dancing behind their lips muffling her moans as he fucks her harder, pressing her against the back of the couch.

Feeling her face becoming warm, her body tingly, the pressure building behind her abdominal muscles like a damn about to burst, spirially into an orgasim. “Muri!~” She moans, holding his forearm even tighter as she pants faster and faster. “....I-.... I wanna cumm~”

“S-... Shit….” He grunts, losing his mind at her words, feeling himself get closer as well. “Feels good?” He asks, matching her volume as he moves his free hands to her left tit to squeeze it.

She nods, closing her eyes, moaning even louder as she reaches her right hand and pulls his hair. “D-..Do-...Don’t st-...stop… Please! Don’t stop!” Her voice is now even higher pitched and breathless, and repeats over and over again. Rhemi’s body starts to slightly convulse, cumming hard and she lets out a loud and sharp moan and shouts Muriel’s name. Her body now feeling so light and relaxed, she starts to struggle keeping herself upright as Muriel fucks her stright through her oragsim.

Feeling his cock growing ever larger and harder inside of her, she can feel her walls clenching around him as he buries his face into her neck. Grunting and panting he keeps going until finally pumps her insides with his thick white paint then his hips come to a slow stop.

The two of them melt into the couch feeling satisfyingly weak and breathless still holding onto one another and catching their breaths.

Finally they both regain their strength. Muriel pulls himself out taking a seat on the couch while Rhemi manages to stand to her feet. Feeling like a newborn calf, with her shaky legs, she first pulls her pants and underwear back on, then threads her arms back through her shirt and buttons it back up. Dressed and appropriate again, she comes back over to her mountain man and wraps her arms around his neck and he buries his face into her hair, his hand falling to the small of her back.

“You still never told me what you want for dinner…” She suddenly says rather seriously.

Muriel pulls away and the two just stare at each other blankly, waiting for the other to crack. But they both are circum with laughter at the same time, placing their foreheads together.

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The two quickly clean themselves off to look presentable, lock up the shop and head to the market before the twilight. Finally coming to the decision of rice, beef, and zucchini for supper. Getting everything they needed, they set home to the forest holding each other's hand. After the two made dinner and started to settle down for the night, they found themselves still hungry for one another. Lighting candles and some soothing incense to set the mood, the two go at it as if the world would end if they’d stop.

Finally, after getting both of their fill, feeling utterly pleasantly exhausted, the two catch their breaths on the bed. As Rhemi continues to straddle Muriel’s hips, she reaches her arms up for a good stretch and yawns, making her tits jiggle and bounce around.

“Ya know…” She says mid yawn, then starts again when she finishes. “...We probably shouldn’t have sex again till our honeymoon. So we don’t spoil the night.” She suggests while stroking his bare chest with both hands, pressing her breast together.

Muriel's nose crinkles as he snorts hard, gawking at her plump tits, she isn’t all that convincing currently. “..... Are you expecting me to take you seriously while you're on top of me naked?”

“Muri! I am serious!” She giggles, leaning down and resting her arms on his pecks, realizing herself just now.

The hermit rolls his eyes and sighs with a smirk and plays with a piece of her hair. “.... Fine… I guess you have a point.”

“... Can you believe we’re about to be married in just a few short days?”

“.... Sometimes I can’t… But in a good way… I didn’t think I’d ever be this happy in my life honestly…. You… you changed my life, Rem.”

The corner of her mouth curls up into a bright and loving smile and she places a few sweet kisses onto his chin. “You changed mine too…. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you…” She whispers, getting lost into his green gaze.

“Neither can I.” He whispers back, looking deep into her eyes and holds her cheek before pulling her head down for another passionate kiss, pressing his tongue to her's.

A familiar scratch at the door pulls them out of the moment, setting them back into reality and Rhemi rolls off grabbing the blankets and rolling up into them for warmth

“... Inanna home.” Muriel grunts as he gets up, quickly donning his underwear as he travels to the door, the wolf still clawing at the door. As he opens the door, the beast scurries in, tongue out happily wagging her tail as she hops onto the bed and drowning Rhemi in her sloppy wet kisses.

“Hey, Nana!” Rhemi giggles, hugging her neck and scratching her fur. “Guess what? We got you some steak tonight!”

With the word, steak, the wolf hops down excitedly and nearly looks as if she dances on the floor as Muriel fetches it. Still wrapped in paper, he delicately unwraps it and places it on a plate along with a few berries and even a little green garnish on it. Her yellow eyes hilariously huge, her tail thumping so hard on the ground completely overjoyed; Yet she's sitting as still as possible, eagerly awaiting for Muriel to place it on the floor. As soon as he puts it down, she makes very quick work of her food, licking the plate clean.

The three eventually crawl into bed to get warm, happily snuggling all together like they always do. One by one they all start to become comfortable and slowly drift off to sleep.

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Feeling himself leave his body, Muriel soon comes to realize that he’s entering a deep sleep. Equipped with claws, teeth, fur and all. Dreams have never been the same since Rhemi and him read that book about the Aurora. Most of the time he turns into a bear. Tonight he seems to be somewhere in the Steppe again, but no one else is in sight. Just other animals, the sky, and the sun. Going about his peaceful slumber, he just sits there on his hind legs, enjoying the brisk wind on his muzzle.

Soon, he realizes isn’t alone for long, sensing someone's prying eye behind him, a peaceful dream yet again short lived. Turning slowly and cautiously behind him, ready for whatever awaited him, he’ll attack if he must.

“Hello, my little cub.” That familiar deep voice says coming from a large dark bear.

Right before his eyes, Muriel can’t believe who is in front of him. It’s Artturi, his father. Or at least his cast.

"How…. How can this be?" He thinks as he stares confused at the large animal with such kind eyes. "How can he be here?"

The larger bear snorts in amusement, and turns around to walk away.

"Wait!" A large desperate growl escapes Muriel’s jaws and stomps the ground. "Don’t go! Please!"

Muriel’s father pauses for a moment, cranks his head around and nods in the direction, signaling to follow him.

Relieved, Muriel galaps next to him, a million questions filling his head. What’s worse, in the dream realm, in this bear form, he is incapable of speaking and frustrates the poor hermit even more.

Finally, Arrturi stops at a seemingly random area in the plain. Feeling the large bear’s magic bubble up, a strange portal suddenly appears, opening up into somewhere else. It felt so strange. Usually, Muriel just wakes up into other people’s dreams. He had to wake up in order to leap into another one. But this seemed to be leaping mid dream.

His father glances over with his small green eyes. Somehow he smiles at him. Even in this animal form, he manages to give his son a warm and loving smile.

Softly, Arrturi closes his eyes and enters the portal, once on the other side.

Wary, Muriel studies the portal up and down, even sniffing it with his large nose.

“It’s safe, my boy. I assure you.” His father says. He never once moves his lips or jaws, yet his son can hear his words as if they were being spoken out-loud by a human.

Unconvinced, Muriel stares at his father with heavy suspicion. Maybe this is just his own dream. His self-consciousness just wanting to see his father again.

“Oi! Come along, my little cub! Don’t have all night!” His father says, raising his eyebrows and sounding a bit more serious.

Well… What do I have to lose? With a deep and grumpy huff, Muriel cautiously steps into the portal, one limb at a time as if he was just entering a door.

Once inside, the doorway disappears leaving the two Kokhurians alone in the forest.

“How… How did you do that?” Muriel attempts to ask, but all that comes out are brudish grunts and growls. Making that grumpy irritated sulk, he grumbles feeling so frustrated with his lack of understanding.

“There is much you have to learn, my cub.” His father whispers.

“Y-.... You can hear me? Understand…. Me?” He replies.

His father laughs softly, tenderly nuzzles Muriel’s face with his snout. “Of course I can! I’m a bear too!” His laugh sounds so much like Gilbert’s, his voice filled of heart and joy. Out of instinct, Muriel’s ears tuck down and he sheepishly shrinks into his shoulders, as his father continues to nuzzle him. He can feel his face turning red underneath all that fur, some things apparently never change. Even in the realm of dreams. Still, even if he was uncomfortable, his father’s affection was appreciated and welcomed, he wouldn’t dare pull away.

Suddenly, his father’s magic emerges again, another portal opening, his father walks into it, his son follows. “We call travel in our sleep, my cub. Most of the time, people have no control where their dreams can take them. But us leapers can travel into countless place and dreams each time we lay our heads down to rest. No matter where in the world they are. Sometimes, people can call for us. Especially when they need it most…. Other times, we can enter people’s deepest part of their consciousness--”

“—NO!! MUMMY!!!!” Rhemi’s voice suddenly screams, it sounds rather distant, it even echoes. Panic takes over the hermit’s mind, looking around blindly to find where it’s coming from.

She’s in trouble, and he knows it.

Muriel sadly glances over to his father, torn between the two. He doesn’t want to leave his father, who knows when he'll ever see him again. But Rhemi… She sounds like she could be in a lot of trouble…

Without another thought, Arrturi opens another portal. The doorway opened up into a foggy area stinging of smoke and ash, Rhemi’s essence inside.

“I… We… I’m sor—”

“—It’s fine, little cub. We’ll meet again. I promise....” Muriel can’t help but stand there gawking at his father, tears pooling in his eyes. “Go!” His father orders. “She needs you, son.”

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Slowly Rhemi can feel her body becoming limp and falling into a deep sleep. Soon, her consciousness floats away somewhere to the realm of dreams. Muriel nowhere in sight. In fact, nothing is in sight, just an empty black void. Just very distant voices and dim light up ahead of her just like a spotlight duringJulian’s shows in the theater.

Most of it at first is incoherent bantering, but then two voices start to speak more clearly. One of them sounds so sweet and comforting, her voice silky and soothing. But they speak with such urgency in their voice. Afraid even.

“No!! Don’t take her away from me! Please! She makes my life worth living! PLEASE! I beg of you...”

“.... What are you willing to give for her then?”

The sweet and gentle voice continues on muttering desperately to the ghostly figure, but nearly impossible to make out what she’s saying.

Is… is this spector Phara?... And if that's Phara… then who’s this woman? Why do I feel like I know her?

Soon, Rhemi notices the woman’s beautiful long dirty blonde wavy hair that curls at the ends. She wore a fancy gown decorated with flowers and foliage embroidery with cool colors. Her back was turned to her, but then she immediately had a gut feeling who she was.

“.... M-Mum??” Rhemi quietly whispers, but the words echo around as if she screamed into a vast canyon and the word rang everywhere like a large bell.

The woman slowly turns her body around, but shadows still obscuring her features on her face except for her lips. “R-..... Rhem—”

Flames violently erupted all around Rhemi and a wicked laughter that belonged to that dark figure. Terrified, she spins back around towards her mother reaching out for her. “Take my hand!” She cries out to the woman.

But her mother instead lets out a horrible scream as the dark shadowy figure sneaks from behind her covering her mouth with sharp claws for hands. All Rhemi could see was the figure’s bright green eyes and sharp toothy grin as they continued to chuckle evilly. Then claws rip into her chest and her mother convulses with pain, her awful screams muffled by the creature’s other hand.

“MUM!!!”

The creature finally releases her mother and she drops to the ground on all fours and the dark creature disappears with an evil cackle only banshees would envy. “RHEMI!!” Her terrified voice echoes in her daughter’s ears.

Helpless. Powerless. Rhemi can only watch as her own mother’s eye’s turn cold black like a doll’s. The veins in her face turn dark, her skin gray and pale as she transforms into something else. Something inhuman. Her cries start to morph into something that of an animal, her once beautiful silky calm voice becomes incomprehensible and shril. Then in a flash, her mother is whisked away without a trace.

“NO!! MUMMY!!!!” Rhemi cries out again, she wants to go and find her, but her feet refuse to budge. I’m alone again… Why am I always alone??

The fire continues to take hold of the young magician’s surroundings, lighting up the once dark stage. Now it is unveiling fancy furniture that has been overturned, broken vases and paintings litter the floor of what looks to be a home with green floral wallpaper. Brick by brick the walls form around her starting from the bottom and forming it’s way to the very top, attempting to trap her inside. I—I have to get out! I have to get out of here!!!

“No…. Noooo!” Desperate, Rhemi bursts into colorful flames sprouting her feathers, talons, and beak before the walls enclose all around her. Flapping her wing so hard, it almost hurts she frantically soars to the top. The high vaulted ceiling and crystal chandler nearly get in her way as she struggles to get out of the now nearly assembled roof. Only a narrow gap is left and she squeezes herself into the tight space.

As she looks back down at the building, the roof is enclosed as fire reaches the top to burn it down once again.

This is just a dream! This is just a bad dream!!! Rhemi can feel tears forming in her eyes and she chokes them down. She watches in dismay as the mansion stands there and that muggy dense fog rolling in all around her. Without a second thought she turns around, flapping her wings hard to get away from that place.

I don’t want to see it! I know what happened! I don’t need to relive this! You need to wake up!

Out of the corner of her right eye, Rhemi sees a fast and furious luminescent looking wad of ash and feathers headed straight for her.

Without any hesitation, the dying phoenix crashes into Rhemi mid air, like a falcon catching its prey, making them both tumble into the smog, pinning her to the ground. “WHY. DID. YOU. RUN, RHEMI?!?”

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!” She struggles to get out as she tries to push the rotten smelling bird away.

She wiggles and squirms but it's all for not, as the dark version of herself pins her down, such anger and frustration in her voice. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? You need to remember! You were almost there!!!” The other Rhemi growls with her tired gravelly voice, the smell of soot and decay overwhelming her senses. Their fiery wings burn hot and angry as she pushes Rhemi into the ground even more.

“What the fuck do you want from me?! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE??” Rhemi shouts as she pushes the ghosts of her former self off of her.

Stumbling backwards, both of them transform back into their mirrored human forms, but the other Rhemi looks even weaker, and sicker than before. Staring at Rhemi with her bloodshot eyes, and bright orange glowing irises, she mutters as she slightly pants, apparently out of breath. “I’ve told you before....You need to see the truth.”

Standing back onto her feet Rhemi stomps with her left foot and puffs out her chest. “Yeah! Well Père already told me about it! I already know what happened! I know the truth…. Or at least part of it!--And ya know what!?? That’s fine with me!”

“Could you stop being an idiot?!... Just because you were told what happened doesn’t mean you dealt with it, Rhemi!”

“—What if I don’t want to deal with it??” The figure just stares at her blankly with her terrible bloody eyes and Rhemi shakes her arms wildly. “I am happy!—Okay?? Finally happy!!!! No bad dreams, no terrible memories for months!!—I have a father now!! I just want it to be what it is!! A family of my own!! I’m getting married in less than two weeks!!!—Don’t you understand?? I want to stay happy!!!... Why can’t you just go away?? Please just leave me be!!! You are supposed to be dead!!”

Her previous self just stands there, blankly staring at her slowly shaking her head, completely exhausted. “.... You’re the one who keeps me here, Rhemi….”

“... What??”

“... If you call all this happiness,” She says laughing sadistically pointing at her then to the mansion. “... Then you really have a warped perception of it. Quit lying to yourself. You still need to know about the monster…. you need to remember who they are...”

“I don’t want to meet any more monsters! Why does this even matter?? Phara is gone!”

The spectrum suddenly shifts and appears right in front of her nearly inches away and Rhemi shutters hard, feeling throat dry up. The other Rhemi just stands there staring her right in the eyes. ".... Because the monster lives, Rhemi.” A bone chilling silence takes its icy grip as her words sink in. “... And that monster is closer than you think it is.”

Muriel lets out a large growl and the other Rhemi glances behind, not very stirred by his presence, but more deeply annoyed. “Damn it, Blanket-boy. You always come at the wrong time…..” She mumbles under her breath then turns her eyes back to her. “You need to know the truth… Before it’s too late.”

“Why??.... What’s gonna happen??”

A sharp scream emanates from the dark smog and the sick Rhemi cranks her neck around towards that direction. Then a viscous growl from the other with a charging bear who it belongs to.

The sickly spirit grabs Rhemi by the shirt and pulls her closer, nose nearly touching and her blood red eyes stare deeply into Rhemi’s. “...Remember for it’s too late.” She roughly whispers then pushes her away, as fire engulfs her body, transforming her into that dying phoenix once again.

“Oh yeah, NOW YOU LEAVE?!?!” Rhemi shouts, stomping her right foot irritatedly and Muriel finally reaches over to her, still in his bear form.

As he approaches her they both watch as the smoldering bird flies away until she disappears into the dark and dense fog.

Muriel looks up at his soon to be wife and just glares at her. Even in this form, she could tell he was upset with her, and rightfully so… She hadn’t been necessarily honest for some time.

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As both Muriel and Rhemi return to their bodies, they simultaneously awake. Muriel however was the first to sit up and he rubs his tired eyes.

Slowly, Rhemi wipes away the tears that formed when she was asleep before he can see and pick up her trunk off the mattress, listening to the crickets and other night creatures sing their songs before finally parting her lips. “Muriel… I—”

With a sharp exhale, the hermit just draws down the sheet and gets out of bed and starts the fire again before she can try and explain herself. He’s rarely ever angry with her, but when he is, he’s very quiet at first. But this was the first time he actually walked away from her. He’s really upset…

Inanna whimpers as she looks back and forth between the two of them waiting for one of them to budge, yet nothing. Finally, annoyed with all the tension, she nudges Rhemi’s arm three times, each one harder than the next, telling her, or rather, demanding her that she needed to make the first move. She stares at her with her large intelligent yellow eyes, snorting and sneezing, her point obviously being made. With a heavy heartfelt sigh, she slowly gets out of the bed grabbing the top blanket and wrapping around her shoulders, silently approaching her sweetheart. She sits next to him by the fire, a few feet away to give him space; they both sit there for a moment.

“I… I was going to tell you….” She finally says just above a whisper, breaking the terrible silence.

“........You said….. you’d tell me…. When you had a bad nightmare.” Muriel says softly, but very firmly. He’s so upset.

Rhemi adjusts the blanket over her shoulders and flutters her tired eyes, carefully thinking of what to say next. “.... I…. I didn’t know how to bring it up…”

With a sharp rumbly noise, Muriel shakes his right hand dismissively, his twisted face and eyes glaring at her. “Don’t give me that!”

Rhemi shifts awkwardly, eyes averted to the other side of the room, feeling like she's being scolded. He’s actually hard to look at without wanting to cry.

Muriel shakes his head and his eyes drop down to his lap. “...... I-..... I’ve asked, and asked, and you said you were fine….. How long has that- that thing been coming into your dreams??”

She twists her foram with her opposite hand making it sting a little, but she can’t help but inflict a small bit of pain to herself. Perhaps if she did it hard enough it would make all of this go away.

“.... I… It showed up back in the Steppe… But I don’t really remember the first dream…. Then I saw them again the night of the welcoming ceremony.”

“You saw your past self back then… and you didn’t tell me?.....”

… My past self?.... How does he? She thinks to herself squinting her eyes suspiciously. “...Wait. H- H-How do you know about her?… She ran off before you even got there.”

A faint pink spreads across his cheeks and a little bead of sweat drips down his temple as she points that out and he just sits there silently. “... Muri?” She says tilting her head and slightly furrowing her brow now.

With a grumbly sigh, he finally answers. “...... I saw them around Yule when we were traveling home. I thought it was my own bad dream… I… I didn’t realize I leaped.”

“Soooooooo….. You didn’t tell me about it.” She says a bit sassily.

“Well I—… You…. We…. There wasn’t—” Clearly, he’s now more flustered than angry now and he continues fumbling over his words. “I-... Be- Cause—..... Because… Because didn’t want to upset you about it—”

“.... And why do you think I didn’t tell you?” Rhemi tucks her legs into her chest, hugging her knees tightly like she used to do when she was upset. She hadn’t done it in a long time. She did it a lot when Asra wasn’t around “I… I wasn’t ready to talk about it…. It's like seeing yourself… in a mirror, yet the person looking back is a complete stranger… She… She scares me… Really scares me…”

Quietly, Rhemi’s words sink into Muriel’s mind, remembering that the two of them were really similar when it came to things like this. His eyes glancing over to his soon to be wife, and his heart drops to see her in this tight bundled up position. She looks like she did the night of when he saved her from that creep a few years back before they got to really know one another. It seems like a lifetime ago, but also just like yesterday. She looked so small when she hugged her knees to her chest like that.

Muriel’s shoulders relax, his large neck muscles unclench, as empathy soothes his anger. Scratching his left ear sheepishly, he scoots a little closer to her. “I’m… I’m sorry, Rem…. Shoulda realized you weren’t ready to talk about it.”

She places her chin on the top of one of her forearms as she chokes down the tears. “.... Well... maybe I should have anyways….” Her voice cracks a bit when she starts, and she tries to clear her throat, but he knows she’s upset.

“... You’ve been nothing but patient with me when it comes to talking… and I guess I’m just not as patient….” He reaches over bringing her into his chest and with the other, he slowly takes her hand in his, lacing his large fingers with hers. “... But I’ll try to do better…” He says sincerely then kisses her temple. “I’m sorry I got angry…”

Unraveling her limbs, she tucks up closer to him, snuggling his chest. “You’re allowed to be angry, Muri…. Your feelings are valid. And you’re not wrong. It isn’t fair when I don’t communicate when you do… Perhaps… We both have things we need to work on. And… maybe it’s going to take us longer than we both anticipated.”

“Ok… We always have done better doing things together… so... I can deal with that….”

“So can I.” She whispers, wiping away a stray tear. “I love you, Muriel.”

“I love you too…” He mumbles holding her close.

A cold and wet nose however pries the two apart, Inanna squeezing into the warm laps of the two lovers next to the fire, somewhat ruining the moment. But it’s fine. Rhemi and Muriel both start to softly laugh and give the large wolf the much needed scratches as she soaks up the warmth from the fireplace.

....Eventually all three of them make their way back to bed and start to get to sleep.

Rhemi starts to dream again, but this time, it’s about Athena. It must have been when she first came to Vesuvia. Her iconic long dreadlocks are replaced with a short hair that was kept underneath a silk scarf on her head, but her facial features were unfortunately still blurred in obscurity. She apparently was in the middle of teaching her a spell, and a lovely bright teal orbe lit the dark room. The joy she felt in her chest was so genuine and full of child-like wonder…. I miss her so much. I wonder if she knows how much I loved her.

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Contrast to the day before, Rhemi takes her time traveling to the palace. Unsure how her father was going to take her answer, she fears that he might think that she hates him. But that just isn’t true. She may not really remember him from before, but she does have this feeling like she deeply wanted his approval and that she missed him. But she also has a feeling like she’s nervous about what he’s going to do. Running from what she’s going to say to let him down easily, she repeats it over and over again in her mind.

As she approaches the palace gates, she can feel her heart beating faster and faster. Why am I so nervous about this?? Everything will be fine. He’ll understand. He’ll understand.

As the palace doors open up and she proceeds to the common room, she looses herself in thought.

Suddenly, an entourage of strangers meet Rhemi near the door, all in strange clothes with too many ruffles and crinoline and stunk of powerful cologne. One man was especially snooty and uptight looking, with his puffy pants, stockings, and an obviously fake looking wig.

“Ah, you must be Rhemielia. We have been expecting you.” Says the one man in the front, wearing about an inch worth of pale make-up that made him look like a ghost in on of Julian's plays. His voice thick with a strange, yet somewhat familiar accent.

“Yesssss….” Raising an eyebrow and tilting her head, Rhemi confusingly scratches the back of her head. “Ummmmm… And whoooo are you, exactly?”

With an arrogant smile, the man turns up his nose and smiles as he puffs out his chest and presses his hand in his chest. “I am Oliver. You’re Monsieur Alarie’s personal tailor.”

“.... He brought his tailor on board with him from Charlès?”

He laughs as if she said something completely foolish as he walks around inspecting her. “But of course! I am part of his entourage, my naive little child.”

“Oh. Well, nice to meet you, but I am here for my fath-”

“Hmpf!…We must put you in something that draws your attention away from those dreadful eyes.” He interrupts looking as if he smelled something fowl, completely ignoring her.

A twinge of anger strikes her. “... Excuse me?”

“Oh! So sorry, Mademoiselle Alarie. I know that was one of the things you were left with when that witch spirited you and your mother away.”

“.... W-.. What?? Where did you hear tha—?”

“—Ugh. You should really think about skipping your desserts my plump little darling….” He scoffs as he takes a measuring tape and measures her hips, making her shut her mouth up tight and her face turning red. Getting a measurement, he pulls out a tiny pair of reading glasses and holds them up to his eyes. As he reads the tape measure, he shakes his head, tutting condescending. “... Maybe a few meals as well.” He smirks with a chuckle, his posse chims whispering and laughing amongst themselves as they judge her, like a group of mean kids on the playground.

The color red paints poor Rhemi’s face and she feels herself shrinking into herself. Embarrassed and a bit angry, her hands held her stomach feeling so disgusting. Pierre, Nadia's tailor never made her feel like this when she was having her wedding dress made. She honestly never thought she was a bad size… til now of course with all these thin and ridiculously dressed rude assholes muttering about.

“Come, come, Mademoiselle. We don’t have all day.” Oliver says, sounding annoyed as he walks in the other direction. Then three people from his team suddenly start to grab her and push her along behind him. “...I have just the dress for you. It is the latest fashion of Charlès, many ladies of the court have worn this dress… I designed this one myself. However, I might need to let out the seams a bit to fit your large phasic.” Oliver unnecessarily adds.

The overly pompous seamstress first throws the apprentice into a room with a handful of Nadia’s women servants that she barely knew. Instead of a door, they had a divider so he could instruct them on the other side. Without a single word, or an ounce of emotion in their faces, they all proceed to just take off her clothes she wore here as if she was helpless.

‘Hey…. Back off! Don’t fucking touch me!’ Her inner thoughts scream, as they unbuckle her corset belt and take off her shoes without hesitation. But instead of fighting back like she so desperately wants, she just stands there, quietly taking it. After all, it’s not like these women were doing anything necessarily inappropriate, they were all just doing what they were told to do… But in some way, it made the girl feel rather violated. Unsure if she felt like this because of it happening so suddenly, or the fact that she was rather private about her body. Either way, it hardly mattered why she felt like this, the fact is, she did. Her fist clenches and she presses her lips into her mouth out of frustration as they strip her down to her tight pants. She could so easily make the woman stop in their tracks, freeze them with a spell, confuse them with a flash of bright light with her magic, distract them, scare them—Anything really—But against every fiber in her body, something is holding her back and she just continues to reluctantly stand there, still and as silent as a human doll as they take off her pants and throw on a white linen drawers and slip.

Oliver then throws over an ugly boned piece of tan heavy looking fabric over the divider and instructs the women to strap her into an overly tight and restrictive overbust corset and to make it as he says, “Nice and tight.”. It was terrible. Just terrible. The damn thing was too narrow in the hips. It pressed down her waist and pushed into her ribs and lifted her breasts uncomfortably into her face. Rhemi actually likes corsets, hell, she has a whole drawer full of them. But this one was nothing like the ones she has, it obviously purposely was not even her true size so she’d fit into the garments, so it was much too tight. When she verbally complained, all Oliver and his posse chuckled and said, “If you have enough air to complain, then it isn’t tight enough.” Prompting them to tighten it even more, taking the little bit of air that was left in her lower lungs and she groans and strains in pain.

After that came the strange cage thing for her hips that looked like a monstrous spider’s creation. “What's this for?” She cautiously asks while she lifts her hands over her head and they tight it to her hips.

“To make you look attractive to look at.” He snarily remarks implying as if she wasn’t already. Every question she asks, the answer seems to be another harsh comment, so now, she just fell silent, she might as well be a warm mannequin at this point.

Next, came a dozen or so stiff and unforgiving petticoats that seemed to weigh her down more and more. Even her gown from the masquerade wasn’t this bad.

After that, finally came the actual dress. It was light green, slightly off the shoulder filled with frills and bright pink bows and embellished with flowers, ruffles, and white frilly lace. To add insult to injury, Oliver came with the most uncomfortable shoes she had ever seen. This is where she drew the line. As the servant went to place her shoes on her feet, Rhemi gave her the hardest, scariest stare she could muster and she quietly shook her head, pointing to her beloved boots. Getting the message rather clearly, the servant obediently places her brown boots back on to her feet. At least she was given something. The last thing she needed was the inability to walk.

After about twenty minutes of this abuse from that asshole tailor and his team of fashion monsters, Oliver moves the divider and looks at his creation. Seeming as if she was still lacking luster, the man walked around in circles around the giant frilly dress. “It will do.” He says, pressing his finger into his cheek and sighing. “Better than those garbs, no?”

“... I like my own garbs. Thanks.” Rhemi mutters under her breath.

OIiver then overdramatically waves his hand along, shooing her away. “ If I just had another hour, I’d have you be unrecognizable. But his Excellency is waiting for you in the common room for tea before his meeting.”

“Thanks…” She says through her gritted teeth and a very fake smile, holding back all the urges to hex the literal shit out of him.

Almost running towards the common area, she tries her best to focus on the much more important things she has to deal with today. But if she’d had the chance, she might pull a good ol’ prank on the asshole.

As she finally arrives in the common area. She finds her father sitting there waiting patiently next to the fire in that green chair he sat in the day before, lost in deep thought.

Rhemi clears her throat politely making him realize that she was there. Quickly he jumps to his feet, staring at her in amazement. “Mielia… I see you meet Oliver.”

“Yes… I have… He’s… ahhh…”

“--Genius isn’t he?… He designed some of your mother’s favorite dresses back in the day. I hired him full time a few years ago after I started traveling more.”

“Oh…. he did?”

“Yes…"

For about a minute, Martin just stares at her fondly. "... That dress is wonderful on you…. You… You actually look a lot like my Mair—” He stops in his tracks and shuts his eyes as if he stutters and clears his throat. “Your Mother…. That shade of green was one of Florence’s favorite colors.” Martin says with almost the utmost sincerity, there are even tears in his eyes, warming his cold teal eyes.

“Re-...Really?” Rhemi smiles sympathetically and blushes at the compliment. She doesn’t remember much of her mother’s face, but she did know that she was very beautiful and elegant.

Martin clears his throat and averts his gaze to the couch. “... It also draws the attention away from your eyes…” Now forced to keep her smile on her lips, she feels her heart sink back into that same low spot where she was before. All the happiness of his previous compliment is voided with that remark. “... In Charlès, you’d have even more dresses such as this. This is actually nothing compared to gallas and banquet gowns.”

“Oh…. Yes…. Well, uh, 'bout that—”

“—Come along, my Pigeon. Have a seat, our tea is getting cold.”

“Oh… Okay then.”

Rhemi awkwardly walks over to the couch, unsure how to actually sit in this monstrosity of outfit. Finally, she figures out how to take a seat, but is hardly able to breathe.

Her father offers her a tea cup, willing to fill it for her, but she politely shakes her head. “Don’t want to get this dress dirty.” But really, the truth was there wasn’t a way in hell that she could even think about putting something in her body with this damn corset pressing into her torso. The tea would probably come right back up if she even tried to drink any.

Suddenly Beatrix scurries over to the same couch as Rhemi sniffing warily and tilting her head looking as if she wants something, but is too proud to ask. Catching wind of what she might have wanted, Rhemi reaches out with her hand and Beatrix sniffs her palm, surprisingly allowing her to come closer. Gently, she scratches her chin with her fingernail and the creature leans hard into her touch almost like a cat.

Amazed, Martin snorts and smiles. “Bea usually never lets anyone touch her... Except for your mother, that is… Maybe you remind her of Florence as well.”

The badger then curls up into his daughter’s lap, now practically demanding more pets and scratches, and Rhemi happily obliges. Soon, Beatrix starts to snore away on Rhemi’s lap, and she continues to pet her from head to tail. Despite her abrasive nature, her fur is surprisingly silky under her fingertips, and she enjoys the soothing texture calming her nerves. The creature really has taken a liking to her recently, she isn’t as bad as Asra thinks she is, especially after she eats.

It soon occurs to Rhemi that neither of them had spoken for a while, and things start to become awkward. The silence is almost unbearable, the ticking of the clock doesn’t help.

“So…I, ahhhh—I thought about what you asked the other day…” She finally says, her eyes still glued to the badger, petting slowly spine.

Martin picks up his teacup and saucer, hiding a small but rather pleased smile. “Oh. You have, did you?” He replies before taking a sip of his tea and there’s a rather large pause. “...Well go on, child. Don’t leave your Père in suspense.” A small chuckle rolls out of his chest as he speaks, eager to hear her answer.

The apprentice takes in a large brave breath before she finally speaks. “Yes I have… I thought about it, slept on it, talked out loud about it…. A-and….. I really love being with you…. Charlès sounds really interesting....” Her father nods slightly as speaks, so far everything she's saying is exactly what he wanted to hear. “...B-But I can’t.” She mutters quickly, a hard sting radiates through her chest like she just ripped off a bandaid.

The Archmagister stops mid-sip and his eyes fly open when she utters the word, ‘can’t’. His cold teal eyes piercing Rhemi’s warm burgundy ones, making her discomfort grow the longer he stares.

Apparently rather upset, he places his teacup to the saucer with a distinguished CLANK, pressing his lips tightly together. “...May I ask you why exactly you can not?” He asks, setting the cup and saucer down to the coffee table and leaning forwards in his chair, crossing his right leg on the top of his left.

Feeling the tension slowly building, Rhemi clears her throat, awkwardly adjusting in her seat, careful not to disturb the snoozing badger in her lap. Before she answers him, she starts playing with a lock of her hair to calm her, feeling her cheeks burning under the pressure of his intense glare. “W-Well…. I meaaaaan…. Did you really expect me and Muriel to just… pick up our lives and move to a brand city that is foreign to us?” She asks, immediately holding her breath at the answer. “We’ve been here for most of our lives. We’d be so out of place.”

Martin chuckles a bit and shakes his head. “No……. No. No... Of course not.”

Rhemi relaxes her shoulders, relieved at his answer and she exhales the air she was holding in settling back into the couch.

“... I expect you to come back home with your Father.”

All the relief she felt just a second ago is completely ripped away. Did…. did he just…? She must have misheard him. “Wh-..... What…. was…. that?” She utters, trying not to trip over her words.

He inhales irritably, slicking back his plum and gray hair. “You are better than these people here, Mielia.” He says with his right palm open, gesturing to the palace then towards the window to the entire city. “Surely, you can see that...”

Is… Is he really saying this?? Or am I imagining it? “What are you—??.... Nnnno. No, I don’t see that, because I’m not better. These people are my closest friends—”

“—Rhemielia, my little Pigeon.” He interjects, interlacing his hands tightly together. “...I don’t believe you understand your worth.” Completely blown away from the absurdity spewing from his lips. Completely dumbfounded and speechless, she finds herself with her mouth gaped open idiotically and eyes wide as he just goes on and on. Casually he sits there enjoying his tea, talking as if the topic were about anything else. “...Back in Charlès, you’ll be a highly eligible woman. Why—With my high standing position, you could marry another noble. You can marry a Count, become a respected Countess, ruling a city alongside your husband yourself…. if you play your cards right that is.”

Still stunned silent, Rhemi just stares blankly while Martin pours himself some more tea, watching as he drops three sugar cubes into his cup with a splash of cream and starts to stir it all up with his teaspoon. “... Who knows? Perhaps you could even be a Duchess if you're lucky. You are rather…. well….. Let’s face it. Plain, compared to most women in the court. I’m afraid you get that from my side of the family. But far from being ugly. You’re still rather fair skin, attractive features, and at least have a sharp mind. A lot of nobel men these days find that a desirable in a wife—”

“—Père…” Rhemi finally manages to get out and she clasps her palms together, absolutely flabbergasted at this conversation and she speaks slowly. “... I am already getting married… I found someone I want to spend my life with… And that life is here, in Vesuvia. I was saying that I am not leaving.”

Slowly, her father blinks, running his fingers on his jawline still staring hard at his daughter. A flash of anger behind his gaze sends a shiver down her spine. But then snorted through his nose as if he was amused. “Hmm.... We’ll see about that…” He says coldly with a small bone chilling grin.

Almost scared to ask, Rhemi leans her head in, never breaking her eye contact and mutters. “Wha-?”

Suddenly, the tall older male servant wearing a darker colored uniform emerges from the corridor and he bows entering the room, unmeaningly cutting Rhemi off. “Excusez-moi, Monsieur Martin.”

“Oui, Bartholomew, what is it?”

“The Western Trading Consult will be arriving shortly.”

Martin pops out his pocket watch with a rather surprised look on his face. “Oh, it’s that time already?” He takes one more swig of his tea then stands to his feet, Bartholomew hastily fastening his master’s cape and he dons his gloves and grabs his cane. “Well, apologies, my Pigeon, but duty calls. Let’s continue this conversation later, shall we?”

He walks over to her and pats her head. Her nostrils flare, making her feeling a bit more irritated than she’s ever had been when he does that. “But….” She mutters under her breath.

“Come along, Bea.” He says firmly. His familiar takes a quick stretch before she climbs up his leg to his shoulders from Rhemi’s lap.

Rhemi’s shoulders slump down and she stumbles over her words, watching helplessly as Martin just walks out of the room. “Wai—Bu-but I-I—I…we’re not—” Finally she realizes the conversation is over and her father is gone, leaving only her and his servant in the room. “....Alright then.” She sits there feeling so flustered. This wasn’t how this went in her head.

What does he mean he expects her to come back ALONE with him? Does he not realize that she’s in love? Now that she thinks about it, anytime she talks about Muriel to her father, he’d change the subject, or shut it down as if he didn’t exist. There is no way that she can tell any of her friends about this conversation. Oh no. They’d go apeshit, especially Muriel…. He’ll be worried sick.

A twinge of a headache spawns yet again from her temples radiating down the back of her head. A slight ringing takes over her ears and she rubs her temples a little harder to attempt to soothe the pain, consoling her inner self. This is all just a big misunderstanding—Yeah! Just a misunderstanding, Rhemi. Don’t worry. Everything will work out in the end….. Everything is going to be fine. Just… fine.

“... Not everything works out like they do in fairy tales, Rhemi….” Her own voice whispers in her ear.

Rhemi stifles a shutter as her eyes fly open. She glances up, thinking she might have seen someone else in the room next to Bartholomew. But not a soul is there.

And the ringing in her ears is at its loudest…It’s nearly deafening. But then—

“Eh...Pardonnez-moi, madame?”

“Hmmm??” Finally, the world is back to normal, other than her slight headache. The deafening ringing ceases and she’s just alone with her father’s servant.

“I’m sorry, this might be out of line, but….” The servant bows politely, with a kind smile. “I am your father’s head butler.”

“Oh…. Oh! Y-yes, hello! It’s Bartholomew, right?” She stands to her feet and tilts her head to see his face and sticks out her hand with a giggle and he flutters his eyes slowly straightening back up staring at her open hand. “...No need to bow, I’m just a common magician, not a Lady of the court… not anymore at least.”

Shocked at her informalness, he is taken back a bit, but then smiles and takes her hand and they shake. “So you are the mysterious daughter.”

With a confused smile, Rhemi shakes her head and chuckles awkwardly. “I’m sorry?”

“Ohh, pardon me. You and your mother were slightly famous back in Charlès… The Archmagister who’s wife and daughter were spirited away from this realm.”

“Oh…” She mumbles and swallows hard. “... Well… I don’t really remember any of that.”

“Ah, I’ve heard you had severe memory loss. I’m… I’m sorry if I made you upset.”

“Oh! No no no! You’re fine!…. I’m just…. still absorbing all of this, ya know? It’s just new….”

“Well… I’m glad to see the Archmagister finally happy.”

Rhemi politely smiles despite her emotions currently. “You-…. Do you really think he’s happy?”

“I have worked for the man for a long time now, a few years after you were kidnapped. Please, don’t mention any of this to him, but… He always had such a… eeerrrrr…. how do I say…. melancholy?... to him. But since he has reunited with you… Well…. I haven’t seen him smile nearly as much.”

“Oh….”

Strange. The man had a funny way of showing it. She thinks to herself.

The servant could apparently tell Rhemi’s conflicted feelings behind her now averted gaze. He hesitates for a moment, opening and closing his mouth before finally freely speaking his mind. “Perhaps this isn’t my place, Rhemielia—”

Before she can stop herself, Rhemi interrupts. “It’s ahh—…. It’s Rhemi now…. a-.. actually….” Being called that name was starting to make her cringe for some odd reason and she couldn’t stand for another person to call her by Rhemielia today. But she tries to play it off with a rather convincing grin and a little chuckle.

It seems to have worked, the servants smiles back with an understanding nod. “Pardon, Rhemi….. But I know Monsieur Martin can be…. difficult at times, but… he really is happy to have found you. I think if anyone can get anything through to him, it is you…. And no one deserves to be alone.”

That's what I normally say.

Nodding to herself for a moment as his words set in. “.... Thanks, Bartholomew. I really appreciate it.” She finally replies.

This servant was quite different from what she had initially thought. He might appear rather snooty, but he was actually polite and had a kind wrinkly grin to match.

“Well, I best be on my way before I am missed. It was pleasant to finally have met you, Rhemiel—I mean, Rhemi.” Bartholomew says, and half bows out of habit.

“Likewise…” Rhemi says, holding out her hand again. This time, he immediately took it with both of his and gently shook it, then patted the top of her hand lightly. “I hope you enjoy your stay here.”

“Thank you. I believe I will.” Bartholomew walks backwards still facing Rhemi before he gracefully bows out of the room, then turns around heading towards where she could only conclude where her father is staying.

As soon as he exits the room, Rhemi is left all alone with her thoughts. With a defeated feeling sigh she plops back down to the couch, unable to slouch because of the constrictions of the uncomfortable corset. It felt way too small for her size and she felt her breasts were in her face.

How could her father expect her to come with him when her life is here in Vesuvia? How could he not recognize that she in fact was getting married to Muriel and was in love? He hasn’t even made an attempt to get to know him either! But is it true that he’s happier to have been reunited with her? What does he exactly want from her anyways?

Worst of all, Rhemi thinks about that voice she heard whispering in her ear. It was her own voice. But, they weren’t her own thoughts. It was like they came from another invisible person that was next to her. Like a ghost. But there isn’t anyone else here but herself. But there was that unmistakable smell of ash and dirt...

What was that? Am…. Am I going mad? No one can know about this. If anyone found out about this… well. I didn’t even want to think about it.

Holding her head in her lap and rubbing her face, she sits there pondering hard. Perhaps, having dinner with Muriel and Asra would change things. Maybe then, her father will get to know them and then he’ll approve of her marriage. See how good of a person Muriel is.

“I can fix this.” She mumbles determined to herself, clasping her hands together pressing them to her mouth. “I… I can fix this…. I… I have to.”

✨To be continued...

I am so sorry that this took so long my trash pandas!! But I hope nearly 40 pages will make up for the month hiatus. Sorry, no CG this time, but thanks for all your love and support. As always,

Thanks for reading my hot garbage! <3

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